Sterling Knight Relationships Novels & Stories

Why is it underneath his Knight tattoo? I look down at my phone, she's posted yet another video on her story, with she's at the Knight's club, which means she's with my husband tonight. Xena and Eva are right, she has to go, I've got to get rid of Aurora. As much as I trust Caelum, I can't trust her, she's going to ruin my life if I'm not careful. I've seen the way she looks at him, how she uses every possible chance to grab attention from not just him but everyone in the room as well. Emelia is too blinded by some abrupt growing friendship to see the danger her friend could be and so is her fiancé, he's too far up her ass to look out for his friend. All the knights are blind to this, and wi

I talk about him all the time! I didn't say anything, or make any expressions. I just waited for my father to make his point, so I can leave. I had other important things to attend to. ''Anyways, we've found a way to make our friendship even better. I've decided you'll get married to his son, Prince Arthur. I want to believe you've met him''. He said, as he gestured his hand toward the door. Just then a young stout man walked in. His blonde hair and blue eyes drifted to me as he proudly trotted towards me. He stopped just in front of me and stretched out his hand. I placed mine in his and stood.

"If we want to permanently dismantle their empire, we have to neutralize all three. The first is Lord Sebastian Sterling—a British billionaire and former member of the House of Lords. He currently lives in a heavily fortified medieval castle in the Scottish Highlands." ​"Sterling," Adrian murmured, his voice returning to that freezing, flat frequency of the Ice Demon. "He was the one who authorized the kinetic strike on your father's vault in Zurich. He thinks his castle walls can keep him safe from the ghosts he created." ​"He has a private army of sixty mercenaries guarding the estate," Clara said, her eyes narrowing. "The castle is surrounded by high-frequency thermal sensors and automate

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

" No I'm not. Just telling the truth. " "Well. You're pretty too. That's why you caught the crown alpha's attention." "Hey. What the hell are you saying? Don't ever say that in public or else someone might hear you. I am already having a hard time dealing with his admirers, you know." She laughed. " Sorry, it's just the first time that a Knight is seen hanging around with one girl. She never approaches or talks to any girl except to her sister and mother. " She has a sister? Well, that's not impossible.

"You could still tell him the truth that you're actually his fated mate... or you could go through the procedure and have him figure out your his mate when he claims you as his Luna." "Sterling, he said he'd never touch me even if I was the last she-wolf," she finally confessed that painful truth. Sterling frowned at that, confusion in her eyes. "I-I heard him and Sebastian talking the other day when they were sparring." A few tears managed to escape down her cheeks before she quickly brushed them away. "There's not going to be a happy ending for me when it comes to Kian." She glanced at her sister and she couldn't help it when all her walls came down. Sterling immediately grabbed her up in

Knight's presence greeted me as I entered, his voice laden with disapproval. "You're wrong for planning to throw that ball, Lucius," he admonished, his tone laced with frustration. "Pretending as if you haven't found your mate already and treating her like she's nothing but a pawn." His words struck a nerve, igniting a spark of defiance within me. "It's not about pretending," I retorted, my voice edged with frustration. "It's about maintaining the stability of the pack." We sparred verbally, each word a jab aimed at the heart of our differences. Knight's loyalty to me was unwavering, yet his unwavering commitment to honor and integrity often clashed with my own decisions.

I said, never breaking eye contact with Sterling. He waited until the waiter had scurried away before he spoke. "You look tired, Valerie." If that was said to serve as mockery, I don't understand that. "What is your relationship with Cillian?" I demanded. The question had been rotting in my throat since I’d left the hospital. I couldn't stand being in the same zip code as him without wanting to feel a trigger under my finger. Sterling snorted, a dry, mocking sound. "Like I told you before, we were friends. Or maybe we still are. It’s... complicated. That kind of friendship you wouldn't understand. A brotherhood forged in the kind of filth you're only just beginning to see."

he rose from his seat, then walked over to stand right in front of me. “Mr. Knight, I…” I opened my mouth to speak, but then he leaned forward, shutting me up. He kept leaning closer and closer. I didn't know what to say or how to react. “Girl, you wanted to build a relationship with him to spite Desmond, didn't you?” A small part of me suddenly reminded me. “Yeah, but not like this!” I whispered. “Oh, lord,” I shut my eyes, turning sideways. “Do you think DAHL is the best option now?” Ronan Knight asked, his breath fanning my neck.

He joked, and I rolled my eyes playfully. “No, stupid.” My tone was playful. “It’s about something else. About my mom, the contract marriage, and everything else.” He smiled lopsidedly and nodded slowly. He looked relieved. “Sure, no problem.” “Can I join the meeting?” Sterling scratched behind his head as he watched us. When I took longer than I should have to answer, his face fell. “You know what? Forget I asked.” He started to walk away. “Sterling, wait!” I called after him but he ignored me and entered the mansion. “What’s up with him?” I asked his brother. “I don’t get him. One minute he hates me, the next, he likes me, and then it goes back to hate.”