Knox Morgan Character の小説・ストーリー

Knox walked past her, close enough to touch, and didn't see her. When he was gone, she let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. The people I answer to. Knox wasn't working alone. He was taking orders. From someone—or something—that wanted Aria badly enough to put a spy in the royal court. The gray-cloaked strangers Cade had seen. Morgana's followers. The old coven. They were already here.

Karsyn hugged me tightly. "He is not a girl, Mom. He is a boy. But I'll make him gay or a girl," I got confused there. "What?" He smiled at me. But the next word he spoke made me froze and got my heart pound fast. "Keatton. Keatton Morgan. He is the one I'm telling you Mom,"

I also had no desire to seek for him in those time. I had another bittersweet reminiscence, but I was too exhausted to feel the anguish. I took a moment to compose myself before returning to my original task. "Morgan, mommy is here!" I shouted. He quickly turned to me and his smile reached the sky, "Mommy!" Morgan Silva Knight, formed between two blue-blooded Alphas. He could already speak straight and walk well. For the royal blood, this sight was pretty normal— and of course, they would think it was a genius how an Alpha pup could develop his mind with no sweat.

His amnesia was not yet fully cured; all he clearly remembered was Alice and his two children. "Feel this! In the outside world, you are the mighty Morgan, the great businessman and wealthy millionaire, but here, I am the master. I will torture you until you know what it felt like for young Master Andrew to die a wretched death." The tattooed man struck him again with the baton, hitting his stomach, making Morgan cough up blood. He held back a scream. His pride as Morgan Alexander—a strong, unyielding, and unbeatable man—could now only endure the torture inflicted by Charles's henchman.

The rogue's arms stiffened instantly, leaving the chains jingling around. He clenched his teeth but a suppressed groan still escaped his lips. Nate smirked: "And here I thought you are made of iron, Knight the rogue...or should I say, former heir of the Knox family, a bloodline of Alphas?" The grin disappeared from Knight's face. "How did you know?!" Knight growled. "Ohh yeah, I know all about your history and that weak father of yours!" Nate smirked viciously, "The famous Knox family who lost their whole pack to a rogue attack! Your father must be proud of you for turning into a rogue--"

Knox demands, coming to stand beside me, twirling a small blade in his hand. His eyes move between us all, and he doesn’t look like a monster. He looks like a man who lost everything and chose to burn the world for it. Knox steps forward before I can stop him. “Give me one reason,” he growls, low and deadly, “not to end you right now.”

And Dean Whitby, the mafia’s golden-knuckled fighter, is about to deliver it whether he likes it or not. Knox moves toward the open wardrobe, scanning it. Suits, watches, rings, typical displays of power. The bastard doesn’t hide what he is, and that makes our job easier. Loud men die loud deaths. I check my knives and glance toward the bathroom door, the steam seeping beneath it. He’s in the shower. Right where we need him. Knox leans against the frame, arms crossed. “Fifteen-minute window, right?” I nod. “Less now. He’s showering for the girls they’re sending in. He won’t be expecting anyone else.”

His father murdered your family. But even as I parry his strike, doubt creeps in like poison. Knox treats his guards with respect, never using his royal status to belittle or humiliate. He asks about their families, remembers their names, shows genuine concern for their wellbeing. These aren't the actions of a man raised by a monster. Unless he's just better at hiding it. My hesitation costs me. Gray’s blade slips past my defense, and I twist desperately to avoid the blow. My foot catches on an uneven patch of ground, and suddenly I'm falling, my ankle twisting beneath me with a sickening pop.

She is always on the look out for someone who can work for her in Knox's home and help her convince him that her husband’s death wasn't her intention. Knox Martins sits by the sea whenever he is less busy at work. He is known as a famous child actor, a popular model and one of the most successful men in the entertainment industry. He intends to focus more on establishing an entertainment agency to help young and talented people to achieve their dreams. Of all these things, Knox forgets his pains and grudge whenever he is by the sea. Who is Knox Martins? The man who never believed love truly existed or maybe he gave up on love the very moment he heard about the news about his father’s death

"You're the next Highland Tribe chieftain. You can't just charge into battle recklessly anymore!" Knox snorted and shook his head. "I may be the next Highland Tribe chieftain, but I'm also a Highland Tribe warrior. My life isn't more valuable than any other Highland warrior's!" Nyx fell silent for a moment, then said admiringly, "Knox, you've finally grown up. Now you really are a man."