Knight In Shining Armor Book Novels & Stories

“This night have been so special.” “You’re always welcome,” He said. “I’m glad you liked it.” I smiled at him and gave him my purest thanks. I won’t forget this night with him, I felt like I was a princess and he was my knight. My knight in shining suit, that is. “Do you want to head home now?” He said. “It’s about to get late already and you still have work for tomorrow.” “Yes,” I said. “I think that would be the best thing to do right now.”

All now to the moment and time as she presented the character profile of the chess piece that HE wrote and exactly unto the time and loop of the seventh. “WINONA BELL.” With the pentagram that holds the symbol of time, space, and dimensions. The book appears before JK. With the neon purple light that made out the outline of the book. It opens as the flipping sound of the page echoes. Stopping perfectly in the middle as the words came out from it, and where he reads. “Winona. Her life surrounded by richness as the only daughter of the owner of the prestigious school of Royal Knights Academy brand her as the 2nd boss.”

“This child of golden blood shall unite the shape shifters and the blood drinkers. He shall lead the two creatures of the moon to battle the greatest war of all The Dark Knight with eyes the color of the sky shall fall after causing much death and grief . The Golden Knight shall rule and bring forth peace...' What comes after that, Sorin? Please, a mother has to know." Sorin nodded. "The Golden Knight shall be full of valor and his heart shall only desire peace. However, peace shall not be easily achieved for the Golden Knight, with his trusting heart, can also be deceived. In his heart he will desire the love of a being with hair the color of night and voice that shall captivate his soul fo

A knife, spinning through the air, fast and silent, straight for her chest. Roman’s arm hooked her waist, yanking her down—hard—into the dirt, his body half over hers, his breath hot on her neck. The knife thudded into a tree, inches above, and a laugh—low, cold—rolled out from the shadows, followed by boots crunching slow, deliberate, closing in.

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

"That is one concern, Prince Alpha...She--" "You can call me Knight. Knight, that is my name." Knight interrupted. I chuckled quitely. "No need formalities when we are in private, Knight dislike that." I said. "Okay then, Knight. That is a concern actually. I know where Caroline is but I cannot just let you in." She said, I saw the lines forming on Knight's forehead. "What do you mean exactly by that?. Is there a place where an Alpha Prince couldn't get through?" Addi just nod. "That place...yes. You cannot easily get into that place without permission."

The heat in here itself is beginning to feel less oppressive and more sedative. I slip into a dull, drowsy haze while Darragh tells me about a knight who is disinherited because he supports the wrong king or loves the wrong woman—or both—it’s unclear, and how the knight won tournaments in a secret disguise, and he’s wounded, and another woman comes into it and is mistaken for the first woman…

The cover was light pink, worn out at the edges, like it had been held too many times. He slowly flipped it open. His eyes landed on the words written in blue ink across the first page: “My Knight and I” Adrian’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t even read the content yet, but something told him that this was about him. He slowly turned to the next page. The entry started from her childhood. She had been lonely since losing her mother. She spoke of sadness, of nights spent crying quietly, of hiding away so no one would see her pain.

He had long forgotten about it because it had been many years and not once had he ever thought about it. Carefully, Lucian unwrapped the box. Inside there was a book. It was unlike anything Lucian had ever seen. The cover was bound in dark, cracked leather, etched with symbols that seemed to shift and writhe when he looked at them. The title was embossed in gold, written in a language he didn’t recognize but could somehow read: The Laws of the Ancient Times. As he touched the cover, a jolt of energy surged through him, making his vision blur. For a moment, he saw flashes of a different world, fiery landscapes, dark thrones, and a figure cloaked in shadow. Then it was gone, leaving him breath

I instinctively hunched my shoulders. The faint, lingering ache in my belly stirred again, teased by the wind. "Alexander Knight..." I muttered his name, back teeth grinding slightly. That untouchable man. The more thorns you navigated, the more there were. And each one made my heart itch. That possessive kiss in the Hong Kong elevator. Him rolling up his sleeves to cook in Sir Arthur's little courtyard. That burning hand on my stomach on the plane. Scene after scene. Overwhelming. No wonder he was the male lead in this screwed-up book world. His game was on another level.