Yes Mr Knight Book 2 Novels & Stories

Steve and his bitchy assistant could have a nice view. I knew after this I would be thrown out of this office but I wasn't selfish enough to destroy everything for him. I knew it takes years of hard work to build an empire like this. With one final sigh, I held the papers from the edge and ripped them into two pieces. Mr Steve and his assistant jolted up from their seats and so did Mr.Knight. 3..... 2...... 1.... "Are you crazy Miss Miller? Are you even in your right mind?!" Exploded Mr Knight's voice through the corridor

Knight’s POV I wasn’t thinking when I walked over there. I had come to check how my bar was faring and maybe take a drink or two after dealing with Mr. Saturn. And trust me—he paid with his life, after he told me where the missing page from the folder was, of course. I wasn’t inefficient enough to kill him before getting my information. I was seated with a drink in hand when the commotion started. From where I sat, I couldn’t see who was involved, but the raised voices were already ticking me off.

His jaw tightened, his grip on the card so hard it crumpled slightly at the edges. “Who gave you this?” His voice was low, dangerous. The kind of tone that could freeze a man in place. “T-two men,” I whispered. “At the gate. They—they knew me. They called me Mrs. Knight. They said… they said you can’t protect me forever.” The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Alexander stood, towering, his entire presence shifting into something terrifying. Not for me, never for me, but for them—for whoever dared to touch me with their shadows.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 2 Gino Morelli On one side stands my bella bambina, Sareena. Her shoulders are squared, and her fingers are intertwined with my new Captain, Damian. There’s a silent promise in the way they hold each other: loyalty, defiance, and love. I saw it all before he left. Damian was hunting for her, breaking for her, and risking everything just to find her and bring her back. I know the boy loves her, no question about it.

“We have heard the rumors that are going around, so we figured we would address them. First, we have worked on a system to see if we can keep the second pack going. No one has been named gamma. Beta Henry and Gamma Beau are still working on finding someone. However, we have narrowed it down. Please keep being patient with us. Next, I’m happy to announce that Luna Brett is pregnant!” The room erupted in cheers. Piercy’s hand rested on my belly, but you could see still my abs. His arm rolled me against his chest, that I was melting into him. To make things worse, he was loving how needy I was being. Sitting down, a juicy hamburger was waiting for us. “This looks amazing.” Grabbing it, I took a

I needed to warn the members about Knight's plan. I struggled against the restraints, ignoring all the pain it was causing me. The gag muffled my groans and screams, almost suffocating me. And then suddenly the door opened and entered none other than the demon himself—Knight. Amusement shined in his atrocious grey eyes, "I see, you haven't given up yet." He stalked closer, there was a plate of food in his hand and he rested it on the side table. "Although I'd love to have you tied and gagged this is not the way I'd prefer," He smirked and removed the gag from my mouth, I released a heavy breath, coughing and panting.

A guard stood next to the door and saw us walking towards him; he immediately unlocked it and opened it. "I can only give you fifteen minutes." "Thank you," he says to Mr. Nobile, then glance down at me. "Are you sure you don't want to back down? You can change your mind, you know." I pinch my lower lip and study my eyes on the inside of the room. Devin sat there underneath the light. He wore an orange uniform and was looking down until he raised his head and glared at me—those menacing eyes. I can feel them ripping through my body and torturing my soul. He's angry. Pissed and in rage that he was caught before he could escape.

They’d done it before; they could and would do it again. “Drop your shields, Bones,” Knight ordered in a voice that caught painfully in his throat. He wasn’t looking at Bones—couldn’t, really. All his attention was focused on Kira's half-lidded empty green eyes and the puddle of blood soaking into the ground around her head like a gruesome halo, one limp hand curled beneath the wound in her neck. The pressure hovering over his body faded away, Bones' power receding. Knight heard the meaty sound of something hard hitting a body and contained his flinch. He’d apologize to Bones later, when they were home and safe and away from this goddamn nightmare.

“It isn’t the third day yet Mr. Knight, is it? Or are you so impatient that you can’t wait to have my daughter?” Even when he sounded brave, Warren could still feel the butterflies in his stomach. The billionaire snickered and reclined on his chair, “You sure are gutsy, Mr. Byrne. You’ve lost your senses as well as your manners. Well, lucky for you, I’m in a good mood today. Plus, I come in peace.” In peace? Well, if there was one thing Warren knew well, it was that Malcolm Knight never came in peace. At least this time, he had the decency to come to his office and not ‘kidnap’ him.