Novel Idea Kingston Novels & Stories

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

The king did not speak immediately, and studied Accientsy's character well. "King Arran, I wish you grant my request." She begged the king. "Why did you ask me and not your father?" the king asked her. "He would rather not allow me, and he wants me to imitate the man outside. But I want to avoid getting married. What I want is to protect you, my king, and the people," Accientsy said seriously. "Alright, I'll give you one chance, if you pass the exam this coming Saturni I will hire you as my soldier myself."

He closed the door behind them, sealing the darker tunnel away. Elowen’s eyes adjusted slowly. “This section is older than the palace above,” Corvin said, voice low. “It predates the current dynasty.” Elowen traced the air with his gaze. The carvings did not feel like decorations. They felt like warnings. “Why would kings build this far beneath their own halls?” Elowen asked. Corvin’s mouth tightened. “Because kings do not trust the people who smile at them in daylight.” Elowen almost smiled, but it fell away before it could settle. Trust was a blade in this story, and every blade cut both ways.

Years ago, I did not imagine that it would gain traction and popularity. “Did you call our legal department to look into this? I want everything in print.” I told her. Norma agreed. “By the way, you would not believe that one of the companies interested in the franchise is Kingston Films. They approached us last week. Should I arrange a meeting with them?” It did not surprise me that Kingston Films also sent feelers to make their intent known. Kingston Films has been known for producing blockbuster movies that mostly cater to the young and the young at heart. They would not pass up the chance to obtain exclusive rights to turn my book into a film, especially Caleb Kingston.

Her brother was the crowned prince of her Kingdom and had taken ill recently. "He wrote a letter to you? That means he's getting better?" Lincoln asked gruffly. No matter how hard he tried, he could never stop his voice from having that grumpy sound. "Y... Yes, My King" Kaylan stuttered again. Lincoln sighed and moved his hands from her shoulders down to her waistline, then drew closer and kissed her neck. Kaylan was almost shivering. Oh! This is it! What she feared the most was happening to her. The King wanted pleasures from her body!

"Yes, mea sponsa, but we will talk about that later, ok?" "Ok.." I say, confused by his words about our baby being an heir. I know he is wealthy, I mean, I saw his house. Which is big enough to give a whole orphanage an home. But to what is my baby an heir? I know everybody calls him the king and he lives in a castle, it all adds up like that. But I didn't really think he truly is a king of something. I mean, Windstone? What the hell is even Windstone.. I never heard from it. "I'll see you on Monday, ok?" His voice breaks my stream of thoughts.

I first saw this last night when I took a bath and immediately linked it with the king’s actions back in that hidden room. ‘Did he intentionally leave this on me? Or was it just because of the heat of the moment that’s why he did so?’ I wondered to myself whilst sighing in defeat. I might probably never know the answer. “Don’t hide it, Your Highness,” Prince Elijah stated, shaking his head. “There’s nothing wrong of a hickey that came from the king.” And just like that, he used a crude, obvious word--a damn hickey--and everybody could see it a mile away whether I admit it or not.

“My grandfather.. He's the one who wants me to marry you.” Rosella arched a brow. “Why?” Kingston gazed to his side. “He wants the share he had given your father back and that's only possible if I become a member of your family and that's by marrying you.” Rosella dropped her book. “This doesn't benefit you in any way so why where you insisting the other day?” Kingston sighed. “I have to do it to if I want to secure the post of the CEO.” Everywhere went quiet for a while and Kingston lowered his head in slight shame waiting for some sort of reprimanding from the latter but it never came instead he heard the latter sigh softly.

The screen shifted to show a collage of tweets and social media posts. * @LondonGossip: First the secret baby, now the runaway bride? The Kingstons are falling apart. * @RoyalWatcher: It’s karma. That family is cursed. "Netizens are calling the Kingston family a 'curse,'" the anchor continued, shuffling his papers. "You may recall it wasn't less than a week ago that rumors surfaced regarding Eric Kingston—Chloe Kingston’s uncle—alleging he had fathered a secret child with an unknown woman..."

"I am guessing Kingston is just finding out about this." "Yes, and he thinks our closeness would only harm me more. I know you might think he is right to say that. But I can assure you that Kingston is nothing like that. He is an amazing person who has compassion. I don't want to lose him this way for something he knows nothing about. He never should have found out."