Mimic Knight Novels & Stories

"There is always a choice. It must hurt to be near him." "It does. Every day." "Then why stay? A woman with your skills could work anywhere. My father always said you were the brain behind half of Zane’s deals." I looked at him, surprised. "Arthur said that?" "He did. He told me that if I ever wanted to beat Zane Knight, I should hire you away from him." Enrique smiled, but his eyes remained serious. "The offer is real, Kanya. If you ever decide you have had enough of being a ghost in his life, come to London. I’ll give you a position that matches your actual worth."

And it was Roman Knight. The richest man in the capital. If he wanted to find her, he’d probably do it before she reached the next city. She was stuck. And for now, she’d just have to deal with it. She’d subconsciously stereotyped the owner of the voice, expecting an attractive woman with a lot of makeup and long nails wearing a very tight and revealing outfit, but what she didn’t expect was that she couldn’t have been farther from the truth. The woman she met instead was probably a supermodel, and if she wasn’t then she very well could be.

"Why aren't you here yet? All the pack members and Elders are waiting for you." As I stared at the screen, my lips curled into a mocking smile. I didn't bother responding to him. Instead, I just blocked him and the other members of the Silvermoon pack. What he didn't know was that just half a month earlier, I agreed to be the mate of Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North—the Nightblood pack. Soon after the plane landed in the North, I would be marked by him and become his Luna. … "Lucas, my wolf is ready," I said as I stood in front of the mirror.

Hatred was the feeling that flowed through his strings at me, and it hurt. Of course I had no right to feel like that; but my emotions never do as they're told and I refuse to rip these ones out. Just because I have no right to feel this way doesn't mean I don't deserve to. Knight is what his name was, but he enjoys going by Fractured now. He was supposed to be the Nightmare Master’s loyal dog who would kill anyone who went near him. Of course, he wasn't actually loyal, just doing as he was told so that his family wouldn't suffer the consequences.

Their expressions reflected institutional confidence based upon theological assurance regarding supposed superiority against shadow manifestation. The Shadow Knight met their advance with transformed capability beyond conventional limitation. Midnight armour hardened against physical strikes while maintaining fluid adaptation around blessed enhancements. His movements demonstrated perfect efficiency without unnecessary elaboration, precise intervention without excessive force, controlled implementation without destructive escalation. Most significantly, his response preserved soldier lives despite tactical necessity regarding defensive neutralization. Blessed weapons shattered against perman

Amor, Hikari, and Morfan saw him come to me. “The five people that prince Hikari will train with his Kazumi skills are — Lexi, former knight Arki’s younger sister and my lady-in-waiting. Vance…” I gestured to Vance. “… my knight. Former trainer of the pack warriors, Daffer Mortigo. Head maids’ daughter, Zea Murhum. And the fifth and the last person who would train under you is very special, so please take an excellent care of him — Morfan, the beta of the pack.”

the knight muttered, "This is a misunderstanding. How about you let me go so we talk this out" "Theres nothing to talk about. And i have a clear understanding of the situation" Morgan told him, "You were captured by the yetis and i for trespassing. You should know your kind is forbidden here. You Dornish pigs" "Yeah the Dornish are pigs but im not a Dornish knight" said knight. "You're a knight right? You're dressed like one" Morgan said. "Well sort of" the knight said. Morgan sighed,"You're all the same to me. You're all scum"

“Until tonight, I can’t just let our men watch you while you’re being abducted; they had to save you by any means possible.” “Tell me about what?” I said. “That you are Arielle Villasco, my long lost sister, who went missing a few days after she was born.” He said. “You are making a mistake,” I said. “I am Abb—“ I said. “Abbigayle Jimenez, yes,” He said. “But that is your adoptive name.” “No, I am my parent's daughter, you must have mistaken me for someone else.” I said. “I’m sorry but I have to go.”

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

I lifted an eyebrow and stared at her. ”You don't know who I am but if you did you would understand.” I rushed out. ”I’m not rejecting you.” She lifted her chin, stuck in her way. Stubborn and defiant as I took in every detail of her face. Something in me melted away but I couldn't respond to the part of me that did. ”I, Amber Knight, accept-” ”Did you say Knight?” I cut her off, my eyes growing twice the size. ”You’re Amber Knight? The Alphas sister,” this couldn't be.