Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

“Tell me—what’s your relationship with Throne Knox?” “Oh,” I said mildly. “You mean my father?” The color drained from her face. Caelen still looked confused. “Who’s Throne Knox?” Samantha opened her mouth, closed it, then finally whispered, “The Knox family in Spain. One of the most powerful mafia families in the world.” She stepped closer to me, all her arrogance gone, her voice suddenly careful. “Miss Knox, I—” “What happened to calling me a cripple, Samantha?” I asked calmly. “Forgot already?”

However, Kingsley Corporation was at the top of the business world in Marsey! Kieran was the man who held the economic lifeline. He was someone she could not ever meet in her lifetime. Yet, she turned out to be Morgan's brother. Nancy looked at Morgan. Morgan said, "Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Morgan Kingsley. I'm from the Kingsley family, and I'm Kieran Kingsley's sister. He's my biological brother." Derek apologized to Kieran, "Mr. Kingsley, my mother is a straightforward woman. This is her first time doing things like this. Please forgive her."

Sometimes I wonder if I’d be a different man if she’d lived. Sandra: Why would you want to be a different man? What’s wrong with the way you are now? Knox tugged his sleeve over his arm while staring at the phone. Aaron hovered over his shoulder. Victor: I wish I was more patient. More understanding. More forgiving. Less tormented. Sandra: What torments you? Aaron chuckled, patting Knox’s ass. “What torments every man, Knox?” he asked, as if it were obvious. Knox ignored him.

My fight with Mark was something I could postpone until we had less of an audience. “Linda,” I gritted out, “is Max here?” She nodded slowly and picked up the phone. “Knox? We got ourselves some company out here that would like to see the prisoner.” The door to the back swung open and Sheriff Knox Bridges strode out to greet us in all of his cowboy glory. Six feet of sheer muscle, Knox wore his wranglers tight and his boots dusty. He had grown up poor, just a few trailers down from me, and although we hadn’t kept in touch very much over the years, I was still glad to see him.

And I guess I am. Despite the horrible life we've led for five years, most of Beau's life, he's still an innocent and happy little boy. Somehow, I managed to keep the worst part of everything we've been through away from him. Knox on the other hand... he was starting to go down a bad path. This change in our lives came at an ideal time. Knox was starting to act like a little thug, being rude and snappy all the time, he was starting to hang out with older kids, getting in trouble. And he stopped caring about school because he knew it didn’t matter much, he knew he would never have a good future anyway. And I wasn't happy about that, but I was kinda resigned because that’s just the life in old

“Morgan, I’m Brice Boudreaux, Jack’s grand-pere on his maman’s side.” He stuck out his hand, and she clasped his to shake it. Instead, he brought her hand to his lips and gave her a gallant kiss. Despite her discomfort in meeting an old man while wearing skimpy purple leather, Morgan couldn’t help but smile. She’d bet in his day that he had a lot of luck with everything in a skirt. “Morgan O’Malley.” His sharp brown gaze lifted to her hair. “A bonny Irish lass with fiery tresses. Jack loves red hair, don’t you?”

He barks, jerking his hand free from his hold. Knox’s hands clenched and unclenched, his eyes and smile softening, staring at Sage like a pup standing before his ex; the only difference is this is his mate. “I just want to talk; I never got to introduce myself both times we met. I’m Knox. I am a hunter.” Sage scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I don’t care who you are, and I don’t need to know your name, so stay away from me,” he spits with sharp eyes and turns his back to him to leave, but Knox’s voice cuts through.

Had her rebirth altered the timeline in some way? Morgan 's face drained of color as Kurt spoke. Rumors had always claimed that Alex was an orphan. How could he be Kurt’s grandson? And had Kurt overheard Morgan ’s remarks? Offending Kurt could ruin her prospects in finance. Desperately, Morgan turned to Ethan for help. "Mr. Lane Senior, Morgan spoke out of turn. Please forgive her; she’s still young,"Morgan implored. Kurt snorted dismissively. "I had heard that Mr. Charles had a brilliant financial advisor, but it seems she’s not as impressive as rumored."

said, “I was disciplining my disloyal daughter and the traitor at her side, Ronan. They both need to be punished.” Knox finally reached my footstep, he stopped and without any hesitation, he picked me up in his arms, as if I were nothing but a child. Knox’s arms were strong and his embrace was warm. “Since when does the Blood Pine Pack think to punish my woman?” Knox growled looking towards my father… But my mind stopped at the word, “my woman”

~~SERA~~ When Knox knelt by the couch my heart fluttered. I loved it when he took control of things, and when he clamped down on my pussy it was hard enough to hold back fisting his hair, much less the moan that escaped my lungs. "Fuck, Knox! Don't stop!" My first orgasm was building as he continued to change the pressure on my clit. I knew I was stalling by not talking with him about the gun. But I wanted to be with him before I learned what the reason was. I knew that my brother was packing, too. Could it be that Knox was also carrying because of the same gang?