Yes Mr Knight Book 3 Novels & Stories

Outside the evening air felt colder than expected as the driver opened the car door for me. The ride home was quiet. My phone buzzed repeatedly with emails I ignored while the city lights blurred past the tinted windows. By the time we reached the Knight estate, the sky had already turned gold and dark blue. The mansion stood exactly the way it always did, large, perfect and empty. I stepped inside while the staff greeted me quietly. “Welcome home, Mr. Knight.” I loosened my tie slightly. Before I could continue walking, Xavier's voice suddenly stopped me from behind.

I pass the key to him and stumble forward when I hear the ear-piercing crushing sound coming from the second floor of the mansion before me. "For how long?" I make a panic sound, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Since he has returned home, which couldn't be more than half an hour, ma'am." The guard sounds concerned, and I follow him, matching his steps as he hurries toward the mansion. Climbing the small staircase, we reach the door when the man says, "I tried Sir Logan and Eleanor and other people's numbers, but they didn't pick up the call. Maybe they didn't hear the ring. You gave me your number last time you came with Ms. Brooklyn for project wo

What the—” He broke off suddenly, and after a second of silence, Gwyneth's strangled cry made her jump. - Is there a woman here?! - Mrs. Knight seemed not only angry, but also disappointed and, at the same time that she felt her blood practically freeze in her veins, Missy realized that her torn clothes must still be scattered on the living room floor - Logan! How could you?!

“You, sir, have not consummated our marriage so for all intents and purposes I’m a virgin and will die as one.” Knight looked down at his phone. We had them hidden, along with the box of letters, in the backpack. He placed his hand against his heart. “You’re telling me my limp dick brother hasn’t satisfied you yet? If we make it out of here I vow to do what Caius cannot.” Despite everything, I cracked a smile. This was normal for us. Knight cracking some stupid joke to provoke his brothers. Caius was usually the first to react, especially when it came to me.

She wasn’t aware of Noah’s gaze either. She only snapped back to reality when she heard the heavy footsteps approaching. Everyone on the portico turned to look at the gate swinging open to reveal at least a dozen knights. They approached the portico and bowed in courtesy before the Alpha. Noah recognized the man taking the lead. It was the knight he bumped into the other day in the arena. Ryan Grant. It was only now that Noah realized that Ryan was the Captain of the pack’s elite knight force. He figured from the dark navy uniform embroidered with golden threads at the cuffs and collar. He had five stars attached to his breast pocket, unlike the others who had four and some even two.

Start of flashback Third person POV (4 years back) It was bright sunny morning Mrs Sukanya knight was having her breakfast with entire Knight Family in their mansion, just like any other day Adrian and Alex were having earful from their father for being reckless and spoiling their family name by getting themselves involved in unwanted scandals, while Ethan and Jacob were busy minding their own business. Tired of his irresponsible twins behavior Mr Samuel Knight was the first one to leave dining table with sour mode, Mrs Sukanya walked alongside Samuel as they both headed outside towards his car however for very first time they discovered that his faithful driver Baldev Singh was nowhere to b

But because I’m a fucking bastard, I smile. “Oops.” “You want to explain what the hell I just walked into, Knight?” I smirk. “I was having my dick sucked. I think that covers it.” His eyes narrow. “Try again.” “I’m a young guy with needs.” I shrug once, slow and deliberate. “Practice runs long. She was willing. If you were hoping for a tragic backstory, I hate to disappoint.” “That’s the whole story,” he repeats, flat. Like he’s tasting something rotten.

They are written not in ink, but in the pauses between breaths, in the unspoken language of souls intertwined. My heart raced as I stole a glance at Sydney, captivated by the way her eyes sparkled in the soft afternoon light. The gentle sway of her hair, caught in the breeze, framed her face like a halo. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only her in sharp focus. The distant hum of conversation and rustling leaves were mere whispers in the background, overshadowed by her ethereal presence.Just as I was lost in her gaze, a subtle vibration pulsed through my pocket, snapping me back to reality. Startled, I fumbled for my phone, my fingers momentarily betraying my racing pulse. The scr

“Every staff member, regardless of the gender, who’s dared to storm into my room while I’m undressed hasn’t lived to see the next day.” I let out a chuckle. “So what? Are you going to kill me?” He grinned, the corners of his lips curling wickedly. “No. But I might make your life miserable.” My heart pounded. “Mr Knight, you’re insane.” “And yet, you’re still here.” For a moment, neither of us moved. His gaze flickered to my lips, and I felt the heat between us intensify. Then, as if sensing my rising fear, he pulled away, leaving me breathless.

Chloe yelled at her. Victoria decided to come to her aid this time as she walked towards the clerk and handed them a file. “On the screen is a screenshot of Mason Knightley’s last post three years ago about his world exploration which we all know has been a culture of the Knightley’s men. As he said to my client, he was forced to cut short his trip when he found out about his illness.” She explained. She handed a USB to the clerk which was plugged and displayed on the screen. It contained several pictures of Mason in the royal safehouse while he still had his wig on and when he came to his mansion and on bed rest.