Knox Overstreet Novels & Stories

I looked back at Knox angrily and said, "You're fired!" . c.m. louden

Too lazy to check the peephole, I swung it open and immediately regretted it. "Violet!" Knox stood there, grinning, two packets of fried chicken takeout in his hands. "Surprise!" he announced, still in his three-piece suit—he hadn't even gone home after dinner. "Annoying." I left the door open and walked back to the living room. "What are you doing?" he followed without hesitation. "I decided to stay over tonight." "Get out, Knox! I’m not a guy; I won’t just let you crash here."

Knox reached Sean Davis’s palatial mansion on Bellagio Road, in the grand neighborhood of Bel-Air. He had been here once with his grandfather when he took over the business. Being their chief investor, Sean Davis was an influential man and helped him settle down in no time. Kendall was in Copenhagen then, and Knox could easily concentrate on the business. This time, it was different. He had a mission to take care of. It was the most difficult mission of his life. He had been postponing it since high school, but then it wasn’t so serious. He had taken it as Kendall’s momentary crush!

Now it looked like his plans were gonna have to change. "Hey there." The sweaty overweight man came forward with his hand outstretched. "You must be Kyle; I'm Clarence Mayburn, pleasure. How you doing, Mr. Clancy? It's been a while. Sorry to hear about your wife." He shook the other man's hand and waited while he unlocked the gate in between his verbal back and forth with gramps. Kyle and gramps hopped back into the truck while Clarence pulled up the rear and followed them down the drive that had to be at least a thousand feet long. The place had a calming feel about it, like it was waiting to welcome him home. He couldn't wait to bring Kerry here.

Luna wanted to stop them from calling her Madame, but thinking that she has to get used to it, she just nodded at them and smiled a little. Phoenix Stokes is a man who works for Knoxx’s KnX modeling and photography business. He is the head photographer and a director of the company, he also works for the KnX Entertainment Company. He is a dark-skinned man who was 6 feet tall, he had sardonic brows and thin lips that could rival a woman’s. He looks good but only if you stare at him for a long time, and you will find him quite charming.

Knox grinned. “Hannah.” Nora said quietly as Knox sat down next to her. “Your medical person is on the way down there now.” Knox said, picking up a fork. “So explain to me this hunter wolf thing.” Knox said, picking up a green bean and placing it in his mouth. Nora looked down at her plate. It made her stomach growl. Green beans, mash potatoes, and steak. She looked hard at it. Knox reached over and stabbed a green bean with his fork off of Nora’s plate. He picked it up and stuck it in his mouth.

My name is Ivy. Tonight I’m half-naked on Knox’s tattoo table, shirt and bra shoved up to my neck, lying on my left side so he can start the huge blackwork piece that will crawl from under my breast, down my ribs, and over my hip bone. The shop is locked, lights low, just the buzz of the machine and the low throb of music in the background. Knox is six-three of pure inked muscle, sleeves of dark art, silver rings in his nipples you can see through his thin black tank, and a reputation for being a complete asshole unless you’re on his table. Then he’s worse.

EPISODE TWENTY THREE THEME: Pay to ride in my car KNOX MARTINS BEACH HOUSE Knox walked away and she followed him. "I need to get some clothes for some upcoming models at my agency so we would be very busy in the next couple of days." Knox read out his plans for the next few days to her. "Are you listening?" He asked when he noticed her eyes was focused on the salon as they passed by. "Yes boss." She answered sharply.

He’s standing there, all six-foot-something of danger and bad ideas. Knox. He leans back against the door like he owns it. Dressed in head-to-toe black. “Hello, Kitten,” he says.

"Knox is family, Enid. Especially now. He’s handled the estate, the memorial, the legalities... everything I couldn't face alone." "Family?" I blurted out, a weird, sour feeling rising in my throat. "He’s not family. He was Dad’s friend. He’s invading our home. What the fuck is he even doing staying here?" "You shouldn't talk like that about your elders, Cookie." I froze mid-bite. That thick, familiar voice echoed from the doorway. Knox was leaning there, his jacket off now, his black dress shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were tanned and corded with muscle.