Yes Mr Knight 2 Novels & Stories

he further said by taking of his golden colored mask. “Nice to see you to Mr. Knight” I said politely by staring straight at Samuel knight, he was having a thin smile playing on his lips. “Am so, glad to finally meet you in person” Samuel knight further said and a female who was beside him also took off her mask, she was none other than Mrs. Sukanya Knight, his second wife. “Same here, Mr. Knight” I replied politely with a gentle smile.

It almost bordered on pain. Knight’s nostrils flared and his jaw dropped a little. “Damn. What a way to find out. Clearly you had a good ti—” “Knight.” Caius growled. “Yeah. I already know you predictable bastard. Get some new one liners before I fall asleep.” He scrunched his face up and lowered his voice comically. “’Shut the fuck up, Knight.’ So effective.” Nearly dying via airplane for the second time clearly made Knight cranky.

Knight. “Mr. Knight. I have kept my words. I gave what you wanted, now give me what you promised me.” Lauren said calmly but Mr. Knight was seething in anger. And seeing her face his anger flared up. He pulled out the cheque and threw it on her face.

Blake mumbled, nearly glaring at me. Okay, this is somewhat unexpected. I looked at the card and then back at Blake. “I can't take this,” I muttered. “Mr. Knight is in the living room, go tell him that,” Blake wasted no time pocketing the card and stepping out of the way. I walked past him and headed down the stairs, soon I arrived at the living room. True to his words, Ronan was seated there. “Mr. Knight,” I called out the moment I got to him.

"Cancel 4pm's appointment... I'll be taking a nap!" "Yes, Mr Knight!" She replies and begin to jot something on her notepad. She paused as her phone rings... she moves to a corner to receive the call. Few minutes later she comes back to Andre with a nervous expression.... Andre furrow his eyebrows. "What?!" She licks her lips and clears her throat. "Mr.. Mr.. Mr...." "Fucking speak properly!!" Andre boomed. She closed her eyes. "Mr Knight, Miss Ryan is not in your mansion!" "What?!!" To be continued.

Nikolai Knight is indeed scary. "Mr. Miller, I don't think Mr. Knight is scared. He looked like he was least bothered about this issue. Just like the rumours said, he is not someone to be trifled with. He is dangerous. It's good to be on his good side that annoying him" Hudson shared what he felt. Christian laughed at his words.

But still, it is huge. Definitely more bigger and known than Miller Enterprises. “Oh! I can’t believe that you are the Mr. King that everyone was talking about” I said honestly. “And I can’t believe that we are meeting for the second time in two days” Mason beamed in happiness. I saw Cyrus’ eyes narrowing at him as he asked with raised brow, “Second time?” “Yes Mr. Knight. Yesterday we met at h…” he started to tell him and my heart dropped. He should not be telling Cyrus that we met at hospital.

Even Thea screamed along with them. She didn’t even look my way. Didn’t ask how I’d managed to convince him. I stood there silently, watching as Mr. Ashford stepped fully into his role, commanding the rink with nothing but his presence. His muscles were obvious even beneath the casual clothes he wore, and I sensed that some of the players had stopped just to stare at him too. Given how the ladies were screaming for him as if they had never seen a man before, I wondered what was so special about him or why they were reacting that way.

I breathed out, licking my lips in excitement. I watched as his eyes lingered for seconds before he nodded politely. “That was quite impressive, Serena.” “Thank you,” I replied with a wide smile. “It’s nothing really, Mr. Knight. I try.” He blinked, the corner of his lips twitching slightly as he smiled and adjusted a sleek, black earpiece behind his ears. One that I hadn’t noticed before, which was surprising. “I’m not Damien Knight,” he revealed in a smooth voice, “But I work for him.”

“The Saddler family's heiress is supposed to be engaged to Mr. Johansen. Why is she clinging to someone else?” The chatter didn’t last long. Timothy's authoritative voice soon silenced the crowd. “What’s wrong with my grandson holding his future wife?”