Prince Kyle Novels & Stories

"BREAKING NEWS! January 3, 2025: A £5,000,000 ($6,100,000 USD) 20-carat black diamond, The KSI Eclipse, was stolen from KSI Headquarters in London. Authorities are searching for possible suspects and urge witnesses to contact them with information." Stan grinned while listening to the news on the large TV in the living room. “Center of attention, aren’t we? You’re all over the news.” He beamed at the guy holding a pistol in his right hand and a rug in his left, cleaning it spotless.

But now that we had identified it, how did that help us pinpoint Kate? Dad exhaled slowly, his gaze turning distant as he considered the information. “Where does this Dr Prince work? Where is he stationed?” Dad probed in search of answers. "Um... Well... As far as I am aware, he doesn't work with any one particular pack. He's more of a full-time student, dedicating his life to his studies. Then he might do some occasional consulting or 'freelance' type work if individual packs require his expertise. My understanding is that he is currently based at Stanford University though," Shane explained.

They just unsee it even If the authorities know about it all. One of the biggest of the other dozen Nividean islands, Kyle's empire stands tall and imposing. It's far away from the other islands, so the building is not seen by the tourists. And Kyle owns a huge mansion on one of the hills on the said island. The access to this island is strictly confidential and prohibited. No one knows the correct location of the island. It's kept a secret from the world. There are five thousand men and women along with children who live on this island. Everyone of them works for Kyle. They will Jump if he says jump, no questions asked.

Kyle dropped him angrily and collected the gun from Peter, he pointed it at him and said calmly "Say your last prayers!" He pulled the trigger and he died instantly. Kyle should have expected much from Rhea. He knew this was gonna happen someday. His P.A inquired "What are you gonna do now?" He dropped the gun and said "Likewise, she will pay!" He walked away and straight to the hospital. Just like Kye, Peter was a very cute guy. His curly hair made him more attractive but with all his cuteness, Peter was nothing compared to his boss whose cuteness was his second name, Kyle Stone!

the king asked, pointing to a small bruise on Kyle's neck. “This?” the prince chuckled nervously. “I…I was playing golf with the company owner, and I received a shot,” Sander furrowed a brow and spotted his private secretary blushing behind the prince, his head lowered and his legs shaking. “I see,” he mumbled. “You can go.” Kyle and Jeremy entered the castle, leaving Erik confused. Sander stared at him sadly and sighed. “My friend, maybe you can push my chair and have a walk in the garden?”

Alessa protested. “Leave. You can’t be here. Frank is going to come—“ “Let him. I’d like to see him.” “Are you out of your mind!” Kyle yelled but fear glistened in his eyes. “Yes, I am. Maybe it has something to do with getting kicked repeatedly in the head?” Alessa quibed. “Plus I am not meeting him as Alessa the poor little girl. I am meeting him as Alice Kelly. A successful CEO who his company just lost a bid against.” Alessa raised her nose in pride.

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

“Didn’t think we’d see your ass tonight.” Kyle slid off the bike, Jessie climbing down behind him. The guys glanced her way but said nothing. They knew who she was. Who she really was. The Salvador princess. Untouchable. Until Kyle touched her. He took a drag from the cigarette behind his ear and blew the smoke into the air. “We’ve got work to do,” he said. “What kind of work?” asked Rafe, his buzzed head catching firelight. Kyle’s gaze cut through the smoke. “We’re teaching some rich pricks a lesson.”

Mom suddenly cut my words and turned to Kyle. Kyle flinched, turning pale. He glanced at me as if asking for help before he opened his heart-shaped lips. “My name is… Kyle… Kylie. Yes. That’s my name,” he answered. Slyvester butted in, presenting his name. “And my name is Princess Slyvia Patricia Angel Baby,” he said. ‘Princess what? Did he prepare this long name in advance?’ “But we call her Slyvia,” I said while eyeing Slyvester to shut his mouth for a moment.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.