Pair Of Kings Brady Novels & Stories

“Alpha Nate? Maybe Alpha White?” Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at her. “How about just Nate?” “How about Rogue King?” My eyes narrowed. “Don’t even joke about that. I’ve got enough on my hands. I don’t even have a pack that’s fully functional yet.” “Alright, alright. Still. Solaris was the Rogue King.” “It’s not passed down like that, Lor.” She shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Compassion and strength go hand in hand. They also come in pairs.”

He asked with a smile, “Montgomery, what brings you here?” Chief Montgomery saluted before he gravely handed Simon’s report to the old man. He said, “Pavilion Master, two kings of disciples have appeared in Hampton of Charbury and the Swords of Kingship have also appeared. The energy of one of them is already close to the highest critical value. There’s a possibility of the kingship power going berserk.” Hearing the words, the old man furrowed his pale brows. He took the report from Chief Montgomery and looked at it before asking, “Which two kings of disciples?”

In the west wing, Rowan poured himself a glass of wine and stared out at the forest. “So the king chooses to bare his throat,” he murmured to the empty room. “Let us see how long he can keep his crown when the old blood starts to howl.” He raised the glass in a silent toast. The game had entered a new phase. And Caelan Ashford was now the prize everyone wanted to claim.

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

From the toe of his boots, which I've seen up close and personal, to the top of his head, which I can only half-glimpse by straining my neck, I can tell King is an untamed death machine. His granite, clean shaven jaw takes nothing away from the animal lurking in his sharp, intelligent eyes. Long blondish brown braids tie at the back of his neck and fan out across his bare shoulders. I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus.

His absence weighed heavily on her, the once warm and tender king now seemed like a distant memory. Yet, Isabel's persistence never waned despite the lack of response. She hovered near the places he frequented, hoping for a fleeting moment of recognition. But each time, her efforts were met with cold indifference. The king's attention was wholly consumed by Victoria, who basked in the glow of her pregnancy and the adoration of the court.

I could see through his eyes that he had been so respectful to my mom. “Athena, this is your husband, the second son of the King’s family.” She introduced him, not taking her eyes off him. She might marry him herself at this point. He is my husband and the father of my baby. The universe loved me but The Kings, that name rings a bell. He is Regan’s brother, that ugly hunch-looking animal. Thank goodness Creed looked nothing like him. How come I knew nothing about him? I did some digging on the Kings.

The crowd chuckled at her joke. “The King name has always been the leading name in business for more than thirty years. To be able to make sound investments and to expound upon that as well as change the lives of the people in your country and around the world is what King Investments has done and will continue to do for many years to come. My husband’s work has been deemed energizing, innovative, and much needed by our very own Mayor Black, and on a personal note, as my husband, and my best friend he has always been a great mentor and wonderful husband. Ladies and gentlemen, help me introduce to you the man who has made all of this possible, My husband, Mr. Bradley King." The room erupted