All Chapters of King's Kane: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"BREAKING NEWS! January 3, 2025: A £5,000,000 ($6,100,000 USD) 20-carat black diamond, The KSI Eclipse, was stolen from KSI Headquarters in London. Authorities are searching for possible suspects and urge witnesses to contact them with information."Stan grinned while listening to the news on the large TV in the living room.“Center of attention, aren’t we? You’re all over the news.” He beamed at the guy holding a pistol in his right hand and a rug in his left, cleaning it spotless. The guy smiled proudly and continued his chore. After cleaning the pistol, he adopted a stance and aimed at the range target shaped like a human figure. His shot was spot-on—right on the head. “Let’s go?” he asked Stan as they prepared to head to a special room in the mansion. Just then, his friends arrived. “Wow, the price of the items you steal has gone up,” Marco said, making himself comfortable on the sofa. “Yeah, care to share how you managed to steal it? I want to learn from the best,” Ven

Kane woke up gasping for breath, trembling from a nightmare. It was the same nightmare every single time, reminding him of the pain. He was terrified for a while, sweat covering his face, but as he calmed down and looked around, he became alert. He remembered what had happened and immediately looked for his phone, but it was nowhere to be found. He scanned his surroundings and headed toward the door. He wasn’t expecting anything—he thought the door would be locked. But to his surprise, it was open. Scanning the place, he realized he was in a huge house—a mansion. He furrowed his brows as he walked around, ending up in the kitchen, where food was laid out on the dining table, but no one was in sight. The living room was also deserted, and an eerie silence filled the entire mansion. His gut tightened with anxiety. He had no idea what had happened to his friends. He was worried about the two of them, and his concerns doubled when he realized he hadn’t been alone in the car all thos

Kane was doing his best to endure being locked up for a month. "It's just a month. After this, I can leave."What harm could a month do, anyway? His team could handle things without him. The only thing bothering him was the storage, but even that wasn’t an easy target. Stan, Ven, and Marco would fight to the death to protect it. He sighed and looked out the window, deep in thought. For now, all he needed to do was avoid King. The man wasn’t giving him any useful information, and every time Kane saw him, his blood boiled. He decided to lock himself in his room and only come out when hunger forced him to. Even in isolation, King’s words haunted him. "I care for you." Kane scoffed. 'As if. How could someone as ruthless as King even understand what it means to care?' The absurdity of it made him laugh. It was nearly dawn, but Kane planned to leave his room only at midnight when he was sure King would be asleep. Unfortunately, that plan was about to be ruined. A creaking sound

"Never have I ever apologized for manipulating someone." "Never have I ever forgiven someone who hurt me deeply." "Never have I ever used a person I care about for my own gain." "Never have I ever not regretted meeting the person in front of me." King wanted to stop the game midway. Playing this game was a mistake! Kane never mentioned the organization or their past directly, but he was targeting him indirectly. All of Kane’s questions were harmless compared to the ones King had asked him. He kept drinking on Kane’s behalf, making his world spin. "Now, now, that’s clever of you. You never mentioned taboo words—literally." He emphasized the word 'literally,' but Kane just laughed. "My turn, then," King continued. "Never have I ever—" He looked into Kane’s eyes, clearly contemplating whether he should say it. "Hated the person in front of me." "Oh, you never hated me? Too bad. I hate you to the core." He shrugged and downed the liquor in front of him. "My turn." He pau

It all started with a witty remark from King, but they both took it seriously. Kane was holding a paintbrush, mixing colors to get the desired outcome. He looked so serene, so focused, and though he wasn’t smiling, he seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. On the other hand, King was biting the side of his mouth to hide his self-consciousness. Although he was a known cold and ruthless Cabecilla, he was never branded a Casanova despite his ethereal look for a certain reason. He never dated girls, never laid his hands on any woman, and always distanced himself, doing his best not to fall or give any importance to his romantic life—including his sex life. He was a virgin in this matter, so he was a bit confused about how to respond to Kane. He wasn’t even sure what Kane’s actions were indicating. But there he was, reluctantly removing his shirt, then his pants. The last thing at his disposal—his boxers. He looked in Kane’s direction, but the latter was busy mixing colors. H