Writer Kingsley Crossword Novels & Stories

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”

“You know? I’ve been hearing whispers that the Kingsley Group CEO is here.” I paused, my breath hitched in my throat. I looked at Amanda. “Wait-what?” “Yeah!” Amanda said excitedly as she tended to the spread. “Alaric Kingsley-mm, mm,” she moaned in delight. “Can you imagine meeting him? Handsome, billionaire CEO of Kingsley Group. He’s so elusive and mysterious. Makes him all the more sexy.” Little did she know, I had intimate knowledge of Alaric’s true character. Or at least I did once. I wasn’t so sure of his character now.

Arthur paused before he continued, "Have you heard of the late Dr. Alexander Kingsley and his late wife Elizabeth? They'd died when you would have just been a young boy." Jack looked at Arthur. Of course he'd read the stories about Dr. Alexander and Elizabeth Kingsley. Their murders had rocked all of Omene. Dr. Alexander Kingsley was the eldest son and heir of George Kingsley, the Lord of the Kingsley family. Dr. Alexander Kingsley and his wife, Elizabeth, were well loved in Omene. Though they were rich and lived a lavish lifestyle, they were always givonf back to those less fortunate than themselves. According to the news clippings, the doctor and his wife were on a walk through Grandeur Pa

Kingsley didn’t argue, rising silently and wandering in the direction away from his penthouse. Kingsley wound up at a bar. One he’d hit up often when on the prowl for a hookup. A joint he hadn’t visited in months. Not since that first late night working with Lorenzo. “The King himself,” the bartender, Ian, said the moment he spotted Kingsley claiming a stool. “Been ages, man. I was starting to wonder what happened to you.” “Just swamped with work,” Kingsley said, half-true. “You do look wiped,” Ian observed, humming thoughtfully. “So, what’s your drink tonight?”

I roll my eyes and shake my head, "and these kings-- as in plural-- they bother you guys as well?" "They bother everyone. They can't really stoop low enough to the level of the scholars, since, y'know, we've got connections too, but they have gone lengths to annoy you enough to think... it's not worth it to befriend the scholars," Cece adds. "That's disgustingly cruel," I scoff. Gail clenched her teeth, "Tell her the rest, Cece." "Okay, there are three of them, three kings, and each king is one for their own reason. Before you start thinking they're some sort of power trio, let me make it clear that none of them are in friendly terms."

"You flatter me.” Then his gaze shifted toward me, and only then did Arthur Wallace seem to realize he wasn’t alone. “Oh.” Wallace straightened instantly. “Forgive my manners.” He extended his hand toward me politely. I stepped forward and took it. “I’m Selene Kingsley.” His brows lifted slightly. “Kingsley?” he repeated thoughtfully. “You must be related to the Kingsley family.” A breathless, awkward little snort left me. "Yeah." “She’s Sebastian Kingsley’s wife,” Anton added.

Kingsley had amber eyes just like Queen Elizabeth, and with that flaw covered with a contact, you might mistake one for the other. "Your name is Kelly Pitt," Kingsley asked her. She nodded with a shy smile. Kelly, shy? Wow. "Why does it not suit me?" He pulled some of her hair back and then looked straight into her eyes. "It is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. My name is Kingsley Maynard. I am not adopted if you are wondering that because of our different behavior, that asshole has always been like that since he was born."

A strange kind of silence settled over the room. Lucian and I exchanged a quick glance, our minds moving in the same direction. There was only one logical conclusion. It had to be Kingsley. The man who had also destroyed so many lives. The man who had orchestrated Mrs. Elizabeth’s separation from Miller in the first place. The man whose power and greed knew no limits. Lucian and I spoke at the same time, our voices overlapping with certainty. “It was Kingsley, wasn’t it?” The moment the words left my lips, I felt a surge of cold dread coil in my stomach. I was already preparing myself for confirmation. For Officer Smith to nod and tell us what we already suspected.

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn