Knox Morgan Character Novels & Stories

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."

Knox says and I look at him my face serious. “I hear you trying to sell me something here but I’m not buying.” I say and they laugh at me. I smile looking at them both; they look so much alike it’s unbelievable. I’ve seen Knox’s father and I used to think that he looks like him but no. Knox looks exactly like his grandfather, they have the same skin tone, sparkling eyes and he has his grandfather’s imposing big frame. They even have the same mannerisms. “I have a feeling you’ll have fun if you give it a try.” Knox’s grandfather smiling at me sweetly.

she continued, kneeling before me as she took my hands, squeezing them reassuringly. "I raised those boys! I know better than anyone that they are a handful! Knox wears his heart on his sleeve, but he is impulsive, reckless at times and deadly when backed into a corner. That can be a lot to manage. Kane does his best to level Knox out and protect him, which has taken its toll on him; I know he can come across as cold, uncaring and incredibly stubborn. But..." "He isn't!" I shook my head. "He is a moody..."

He was really mad, even to his own children but that wasn’t all I learnt. Our dear Morgan wasn’t a fox like I’d initially thought. She was a hybrid. And that was even more interesting than the former.

How can a dream relate me to a man whom I hate the most. I am not a person who holds grudges but Knox Lockwood brings that side out of me. I wanted to strangle him to death. He is an arrogant ,self-centred, grumpy bastard who thinks he can do Or get whatever he wants. He is too obsessed with himself and thinks whatever he is doing is right for his people to see his own men are stabbing him on his back. He is going to believe those lying bastards over me any day.

A loss of that extent would affect anyone mentally, not least a wolf. Morgan was coming out of his house when I passed by. Seeing him carrying a basket, I knew he was bringing food for me. We walked together to my house without saying a word. I excused myself to clean up upstairs for a minute. When I returned, he had made coffee and served me a plate of sandwiches. This family was so kind, though we had never gotten along before. It made me reluctant because I didn’t do anything to deserve this. “Who said that? I’m quite close with Knox and Ursula. So, I more or less know you and your brother,” he said. “Ah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned 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

Then, from the hall, muffled, comes Queenie’s voice — she’s face-planted into something on her way past, apparently, because it comes out flat and despairing: “A glass of water. He brought me a glass of water.” Knox loses it. He actually loses it, a low, helpless rumble of a laugh, leaning against the doorframe, and Nathaniel turns to us with a frown, and Knox just shakes his head. “He’s unhelpable,” Knox says, wiping his eyes. “Ember, he is genuinely beyond help. A glass of water. We are watching a man defuse bombs for a living fail to hand a woman a drink.” “I told him to be present—”