Sterling Knight Relationships Novels & Stories

He has bestowed the name ' Anderson ' after his teacher, Andrew Channing who was the head knight of Light Armada. The Claramay's knights are divided into two. Light Armada and Night Renegades. Light Armada is a knight squad that protected the Claramay's out in the open while Night Renegades are the ones who protected them in the shadows. Even if these quadrants belong to the same house, they do not get along with one another.

She could say that she was an orphan but she wouldn’t, she wouldn't betray her parents like that even though it had been true once. ”I’m the daughter of Alpha Dominic.” She said and raised her head. All eyes turned red and they moved in closer to us. ”And you?” Angus snarled. ”Amber,” I exhaled and shook my head. Get ready, Stella ’Always am’ Stella drew to her full size, she was snarling and saliva was dripping from the side of her mouth. ”Amber Knight.” I said and watched as the entire atmosphere went from hostile to lethal in a matter of seconds.

Ursula couldn’t resist adding, “you know, Brother, I’m still curious. How did Alia even know there was a party at our house? I checked the guest list, and her name wasn’t on it.” Knight answered calmly, his voice cutting through the tension. “She’s with me. She’s here as my companion.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. This was the first time anyone had ever heard of Knight Silvercrest attending an event with a companion. The man was famously aloof—he always appeared alone or, at most, accompanied by his assistant. He had never brought a woman to any social gathering before. Because of that, many had long believed that Knight Silvercrest hated women.

Her brother Tate spoke, “He's going to keep doing it till he finds a proper she-wolf, then she’ll just find them in bed together, and until then he’ll just keep leading her on.” Knight’s eyes widened slightly. He had loved Annabella from afar, leaving her little gifts and folded cranes in places that only she would find them as a small gesture of how he felt. Still, he didn’t deserve to after all he too was a part of the bullying as much as the rest of his brothers, Raymond the leader, Drake the one that loved to drive the knife in, Adrian the competitive one, Cage the instigator and himself the follower, even though he questioned their cruelty in the privacy of his room.

I excused myself to the bathroom. Locked myself in a stall and tried to breathe through the humiliation. When I came out, two women were at the sinks. "Did you see the Sterling table?" one was saying. "I can't figure out who's the wife." "The blonde, obviously. Catherine Sterling was all over her." "But I heard Damon married someone else, one of the Morgan daughters." "Maybe that was temporary? Or maybe they're separated and he's with the blonde now?" "The whole thing is very confusing."

He looked the same as she remembered and she knew he had been living happily since she and her mother left his world. A disdainful sneer appeared in her eyes and even when Master Sterling raised his head to look at her, she didn't change the sneer in her eyes, and he could even see more which was—disdain and hatred. Master Sterling was startled when he saw those emotions in her eyes, and then he looked at his daughter who had grown up to be a mature woman and the calm he had managed to maintain instantly collapsed. His heart shook and his hand that held the white chess tightened, but still, he swallowed hard and adjusted himself and shifted his eyes away from her back to the well-arranged ch

"He told me before lunch that he wanted to code an automated tracking algorithm into the pony's halter so he could monitor its movement from his bedroom." "He is incredibly stubborn," I murmured, sitting down opposite her. I leaned forward, my dark eyes locking onto hers with a sudden, clinical intensity. "But let’s talk about Lord Sterling. He was exceptionally quiet during the final margin call. Why didn't he attempt to defend Arthur’s position?"

Damian said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register. My breath caught in my throat. "Sterling? Is she related to Julian?" "She is Arthur Sterling’s eldest daughter from his first marriage in France," Damian revealed, pacing toward the glass balcony doors. "The legitimate heir to the European branch of the Sterling empire. Five years ago, before I launched my solo expansion, our families negotiated an alliance. A formal engagement was drafted to combine the Vance deep-water shipping channels with the Sterling European rail network." A cold, sharp knot tied itself in the pit of my stomach. "You were engaged to her."

Resigned, she stood to her feet, went to brush her teeth, and get ready for the day. Making sure to keep the night gown properly to return to Agnes. Just as she was heading down to get breakfast, she heard a voice from below. It sounded sickeningly sycophantic, the owner clearly a woman with a mission. Unease curled its way into Arias's chest. Roman Knight although well known and feared by others, was someone nobody knew about his private life. How could I be so stupid, she thought. She hadn’t asked if he was in a relationship already, or worse if he was married.

But I bat it down before he can read the obvious lust clouding my eyes. "Not exa—" "We know who the real bachelor of the Bass family is." Sterling's voice rakes up my back. "Don't we, brother?" He steps beside me, with a tall and slim brunette I've never seen holding his arm. Her perfume is harsh and violates my nostrils, making my drink taste sour. When I meet Sterling's eyes, they couldn't possibly shoot more hatred. A white bandage wraps around his temple, but I don't hide my stare. "Always the last to arrive, aren't you?" I ignore his pathetic jab, my lips curling. "Some of us have actual obligations to attend to, and we still show up on time."