Kingsman Book Novels & Stories

“Come on Lazarus, lets get you back to the house.” Lazarus shrugged the Kings hand off never leaving his gaze where his daughters walked. He craved to just hold his baby girls now knowing the truth. He heard his Babys bashing this so called boss down the hallway. Five years, five years and it felt like eternity. The King put his hand back on his shoulders, Lazarus turned around and snarled at him. Raja walked up and pulled Lazarus away from the King. Cassius and Byron stepped up close to Zephyr.

I couldn't see the title since she shut the book, placing it down beside her when I walked into the room. "So, Queen tells me that King wants us to mark each other. You do know there is no chance in h3ll I'm going to mate with you, not until I find out the truth about you. So why don't you come over here and we can do this marking thing." Is this girl for real? Who says I wanted to mate with her right away? I don't even know her. We need to get to know each other. And what I know of her is that she's crazy and bossy. And as soon as she realizes she can't do that with me, the sooner the better. Walking over to her, moving the book, and placing it down on the table, I noticed the title: “The K

he said, thinking about what else he desperately needed to talk to Romaine about. This relationship she thought they could have, which he’d promised he would give her no matter what, wasn’t plausible anymore. It never was, to begin with. She was the Princess of Deltora, the next in line on the throne and he was… a nobody, a bouncer, a lost soul. “Give me a few minutes, Marisol, and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat.” Kingston faced down the doors, his fingers itching as they used to do before his more dangerous missions, and he knocked. When there was no answer, he announced himself and walked inside. One quick look around told him very quickly Romaine was worse off than they’d all thoug

'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

BOOK 1: K*lling The Billionaire's Brother BOOK 2: I'll Bring The Alpha To His Knees I hope you enjoy them more. Thanks very much for your support. My writing is improving upon each book I release. I've decided to keep "The Queen's Dirty Secrets" free to read. It is a book about an apocalypse brought upon the entire Kingdom by the witches with a purpose to dethrone the royal family. The witches have even found a way in to the palace by sneaking in a maid who kills the real Queen and she disgusies as the Queen. I won't be pining for a contract for that book, hence it is a free read! It is my gift to you.

"After reading the first book I finished in just three hours. I left the room and came back every day. The King's visit was one month old, and that allowed me to freely enter his study to read the books that were there. A week later, I returned and entered the secret room. This time I read a book with the title Royal Protocols." “I guess if you had it, you would never want to read it. The book features another face of the Aima Kingdom. An ugly face that only the chosen ones know about.”

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

It was a portrait of a fierce young man with piercing golden eyes. Killian. Beneath the flawless illustration, a single line of elegant script was written: > *The Last King has awakened.* > The masked woman frowned, leaning closer. "So the prophecy was never actually about defeating the Voidborn?" The man let out a soft, amused chuckle. "No. That was merely the opening act." He gently closed the massive book, a small cloud of dust filling the air. "The true game begins now." Suddenly, one of the floating books nearby violently burst into flames. The fire didn't burn orange or red; it was a deep, consuming pitch-black. A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing col

Symbols scratched so deep into the stone that time itself had failed to erase them. Amelia lay at the center of the chamber, placed gently on a raised altar of obsidian. Candles surrounded her, dozens of them, burning with silver flames instead of fire. The air smelled heavy. Charged. Alive. The king stood before her, his shoulders squared, his face stripped of all softness. This was not the king the world knew. This was a man willing to burn the world for one woman. Joe stood at the entrance, pale, shaking. “My king,” he said quietly, “if the Elders find out—”