Knox Overstreet Novels & Stories

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.

Knox’s lips twitched like he was holding back a laugh. “So are you,” he replied, his voice dipping to something almost velvet. “In heels, I imagine.” There it was. A flicker of something dangerous behind the tease. His eyes dipped once more to my legs and the stretch of skin between the hem of my shorts and the top of my thighs. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Jared didn’t catch the undertone, too busy grinning proudly at both of us. “Knox has been off-grid forever. I wasn’t sure he’d even show,” Jared said, throwing an arm around my waist.

“Yup. I had to be insane on Kael’s behalf, too. Boy’s too decent.” Immediately, the door creaked open. Kael leaned halfway in, wide-eyed and way too awake for this hour. “Who called?” “Were you eavesdropping, you bitch!” Knox launched a pillow at him. “Of course not. I didn’t hear you two glorify your access to p**n as kids or anything. I came here for something totally different.” “I can't help you,” Knox groaned— again. “When next are we going clubbing?” Kael asked.

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He clears his throat lightly before answering, “That would be Nikolai Shantel.” The name means nothing to me. I frown a little. “Who is that?” Clinton gestures to one of the staff nearby and says, “Call him over.” I watch as the boy is called, my jaw tightening slightly without me meaning to. Something already feels off, like I know I am not going to get the answer I want. A few seconds later, the omega walks over. And immediately, my stomach turns. Even with how controlled he is, that dominant omega presence is still there, and my body reacts before my mind can even process it.

Knox comes back after I have had my bath, and I was struggling with getting the ropes of my dress well tied to my waist. “Let me help.” He says calmly, walking closer to me. When Knox gets behind me. I feel a strong urge to use my butt to waggle his cock. He is wearing a very good-looking black suit. His outfit makes me love the short black dress I put on because of how perfect we look together as I look directly in the mirror. Knox snatches my waist with the rope before he ties a knot to it. The outfit fit me so perfectly and I didn't even need anyone telling me.

Standing up decisively, Oliver gathered his notes and headed toward the door without waiting for everyone else to disperse. Outside Oliver’s office, Mr. Knox was waiting. He was talking to Harper by her desk. Mr. Knox is wearing a tailored, deep burgundy suit that fits closely to his muscular frame, with a white crip dress shirt and a slim black-tie underneath. His outfit colour matches Harper’s outfit colour, as if they had co-ordinated their outfits for the day. He is leaning against Harpers desk, smiling slightly as his curly strawberry blond hair hangs slightly in his face. “Aye, so yer sayin’ baggy jeans are the new trend, ‘cause we’re leanin’ more toward comfort an’ structured styles t

Knox stood at the end of the corridor, in front of their doors, his grip on his phone so tight that it was a miracle that it had not crumbled to bits by now. "Wait a minute." Trisha helped Willow to the wall and waited just enough for her to latch onto the support before speed-walking to an extremely worried Knox, her index finger pointed accusingly in his direction. "You are KNOX WRIGHT?" She spat his name out with so much contempt. "I am. But who are you?" Knox's eyes were still on Willow, who seemed to have fallen in love with the wall by the way she was hugging it and smiling lazily as she sang Taylor Swift to it.

Lottie's POV Stretching out on Knox's bed, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. The soft rise and fall of his chest against my back was a comforting rhythm that I had missed more than I realised. His strong arms were draped protectively around me, his hands resting gently on my growing belly. I smiled softly, cherishing the warmth of his embrace. The room was filled with the faint scent of pine and something uniquely Knox—a scent that made me feel at home, minus the grime and filth.