Throne Duet Series by Rina Kent – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read

Throne Duet Series by Rina Kent – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:07 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Throne Duet Series by Rina Kent – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Throne of Power (Throne Duet #1) Read Online Rina Kent http://www.books2020.com/throne-of-power-throne-duet-1-read-online-rina-kent Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:07 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/throne-of-power-throne-duet-1-read-online-rina-kent Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Suspense Authors: Rina Kent Series: Throne Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 80602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)

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When powers clash...

In the mafia world, women don’t reign.
I’m the exception of that rule.
I didn’t choose this life, it chose me.
I have a legacy to protect, a power to snatch, and no one will stop me.
If an arranged marriage is what it’ll take to lead, then so be it.
What I don’t count on is that my chosen husband is a ghost from my past.
Kyle Hunter.
He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom.
The road to the throne is paved with thorns, blood, and casualties.
To win, I’ll risk it all.
My heart included.

This book is part of a duet and is not standalone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Playlist

Throne – Bring Me The Horizon

A Little Wicked – Valerie Broussard

Monsters – Shinedown

Kingdom of Cards – Bad Omens

Start a War – Klergy & Valerie Broussard

I luv that u hate me – Story Untold & Kellin Quinn

Let Down – Dead By Sunrise

Scars – No name faces

Tell Me Why – Dream on Dreamer

Not Afraid to Die – Written by Wolves

Legends Never Die – Solence

Shotgun – Spoon

Far From Any Road – The Handsome Family

I’m a Wanted Man – Royal Deluxe

Cold Blood – Dave Not Dave

Bad Man – Blues Saraceno

This is War – Thirty Seconds to Mars

Dance With The Devil – Breaking Benjamin

Monster – Colours

The Resistance - Skillet

Cut the Cord – Shinedown

Hard to Love – Too Close to Touch

Kerosene – Vanish

You can find the complete playlist on Spotify.

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Kyle

The truth isn’t what you see. It’s what you make of it.

There’s no such thing as a wholesome truth or a perfect reality. There are people and agendas.

There is peace and war.

There is losing and winning.

I have come a long way in my search for the actual truth—my own truth, the one they stripped me of thirty years ago.

When they made a machine out of me, they never thought it would come back and destroy them from the inside out.

They underestimated me.

I love it when they do that. It means I will have the best time ripping them apart, crunching their bones, and watching blood ooze from all of their holes.

That’s my system, my reality. And no one will be able to stop me.

Not even death.

It can try, but I’ve come too far to be intimidated by something as insignificant as death.

When I go down, I’m taking every last one of them with me, their names and titles included.

If I will be erased from this world, so will they. If I’ve become a shadow, so will they.

This is my resurrection.

I stand in front of the huge mansion in a secluded area in Brooklyn. The walls are high enough that no one can peer over. There are no tall buildings nearby, which is a tactical move to eliminate the threat of snipers. Wires surround the walls’ edges like in a military camp, and several cameras placed at regular intervals along the walls blink red.

If I take a step forward, I’ll be swarmed by guards who won’t hesitate to shoot me a hundred times just to make sure I am indeed finished.

They’re so serious I can’t even play dead with their kind.

When they committed their crimes, they knew they had to hide in palaces like these, palaces where they’re completely safe from the world.

But not from me.

Never from me.

I step forward so I’m directly in front of the gate. It doesn’t open, but as expected, booming, unsubtle footsteps come from behind me. They never learned to cover their tracks as I taught them.

Oh well. I guess you can’t make any soldier into an assassin.

“Put your hands up in the air,” one of the guards booms in a thick Russian accent.

I do as I’m told because, while death doesn’t scare me, it would be a fucking waste if my cause of death were holes in the back. Not only that, the one who would get the credit for killing the legend that is me would be this Russian tool. Fucking shameful, I tell you. I wouldn’t be able to look my godfather in the face anymore.

Not that I have in the past couple of years. But that’s another tragic story not fit for the present.

The sound of a clicking gun comes from behind me before he speaks again. “Hands behind your head and turn around slowly. One wrong move and I will spill your brains on the ground.”

I spin around and, sure enough, there are three of them. Two are holding guns to their sides while their leader, a senior guard with grim features and an asymmetrical mustache that’s more comical than intimidating, is pointing an AK4 in my direction.

His weapon of choice is sure as fuck not comical.

Upon seeing my face, his eyes widen in clear surprise, and he falters for a fraction of a second.

That’s the only opening I need.

I charge forward and elbow him in the throat. The moment his hold loosens on the AK4, I snatch it then pull my gun from my waistband.

The two other soldiers spend a long time pausing in shock. By the time they point their guns at me, I’m already aiming the AK4 and my weapon in their faces.

“Didn’t I tell you a moment of hesitation is all it takes for you to get killed?” I stare at their senior guard, because I recognize him—and his hideous mustache—from before. These are new recruits, looking barely out of their pubescent years.

He curses in Russian then goes back to English. “What are you doing here, Kyle? You couldn’t stay the fuck away?”

“Pay respect to a Vor, peasant.” I smirk as he curses again.

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Advertisement Throne of Vengeance (Throne Duet #2) Read Online Rina Kent http://www.books2020.com/throne-of-vengeance-throne-duet-2-read-online-rina-kent Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:21:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/throne-of-vengeance-throne-duet-2-read-online-rina-kent Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, New Adult, Suspense Authors: Rina Kent Series: Throne Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)

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When vengeance strikes...

You don’t know me, but I know you.
I’m the shadow that creeps behind you without notice.
The moment you see me, you’re dead.
An assassin. A killer. A nobody.
Until I became somebody.
I’ll make everyone who reduced me to a shadow pay.
To do that, I’m willing to risk everything.
Everything except for my reluctant wife.
Rai Sokolov can show me her worst, but this will only end when death does us part.
The road to the throne is paved with loss, betrayal, and blood baths.
To win, we go all in.
Our lives included.

This book is the conclusion of a duet and is not standalone.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Playlist

Let Down – Palisades

Killing Me – The New Low

Despicable – grandson

I Don’t Care – Apocalyptica & Adam Gontier

The Beginning of the End – Klergy & Valerie Broussard

Why You Gotta Kick Me When I’m Down – Bring Me The Horizon

Sweet Disaster – DREAMERS

Bad for Me – FNKHOUSER

The War We Made – Red

Lucid Dreams – Flight Paths & Divisions

Golden Dandelions – Barns Courtney

Rusted From the Rain – Billy Talent

For My Eyes Only – New City

I’m Trouble – WAR*HALL

Eyes That Kill – CooBee Coo

Cold Blood – Dave Not Dave

Secrets – OneRepublic

You can find the complete playlist on Spotify.

Kyle

Age five

Tender hands stroke my shoulder, and the scent of milk and honey infiltrates my nostrils.

It’s nice. Like summer and playing by the pool.

My eyes slowly open, and for a moment, I think I’m seeing an angel with its white halo and soft touch.

It’s not any angel, though. It’s my angel, specially made for me so the other kids can’t see her.

My mam.

My lips pull up in a smile, but for the first time since she became my angel, she doesn’t return it. Her brows are drawn over darkened eyes and her pale lips are thinned in a line.

“We need to go, sweetheart.”

“But it’s night. Ye said bad kids go out at night, Ma.”

“Aye, but not this time.” She strokes my long hair behind my ear. “Follow me.”

I don’t. I just stare at her. Her clothes are wrong ’cause she’s not wearing one of her beautiful floral dresses. This time, she’s in black trousers and a jacket. It doesn’t look good, even though she is the prettiest ever. She has soft skin like a baby and cotton candy. Her hair is like the sun on a hot summer’s day. Sometimes, I think my mammy came from the sun just to be with me.

No one can escape the burning sun, aye? But Mammy did just so she could be with me every day.

It’s not fun here ’cause I was born in a palace. Naw, it’s not like the palaces from the wee stories Mammy tells me every night. It’s a real one, pure huge one with many men dressed in black and holding heavy metal things.

They keep watching me and Ma ’cause Da wants it. He a big man, my daddy. He a leader, too, and no one raises their voice when he’s there.

Mammy doesn’t play with me either when he’s around. The men in black say I have a duty and can’t play ’cause playing is for losers. I mean, what is duty? It’s not food, ’cause our chef doesn’t cook it for us. Is it like the place we went to in Ireland? People were so mean to Mammy there. I don’t like them.

I only like Mammy ’cause she plays with me in secret and has even built a wee tent where she can teach me and tell me stories about wizards and magical ogres. I love ’em, ogres—they’re massive and no one can beat ’em.

When I grow up, I’m gonna be an ogre to protect my mammy from them daft men in black suits.

“Come on, Kyle. Be a good boy.” Her voice and lips shake. The veins are visible under her skin even in the small light from my side table’s lamp. When I asked her if she has transparent skin, she laughed.

Mammy has the best laugh ever, like them wee sounds from Daddy’s music CDs. It’s Mammy’s laugh that I think of when he’s yelling at me because I’m being a brat. He doesn’t like that I don’t stay with the teachers he brings me. They’re daft and scowl like the guards.

Mammy is smarter, anyway. I like spending time with her and eating all the delicious food she makes me—especially tarts and pancakes.

“Where are we going?”

“Ye don’t need to know.” She shoves some of my clothes in a bag that she brought with her. “Hop on.”

“Mammy…?” I ask, my voice spooked like the little elves from last night’s book. She sounds like ’em men in black suits.

She snatches my coat from behind my room’s door and makes me wear it, then grabs and holds me.

It’s the first time she’s not soft and welcoming. It’s like she’s becoming just like Daddy.

“M-Mammy…I’m scared.”

“Don’t be, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”

“Really?”

“Really. We’re just going for a wee ride, won’t ye like it?”

“But I’m sleepy.”

“You can sleep in the car.”

“Are we gonna come back in the morning?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Sweetheart, would ye like it if we lived far away from here and all those bad men in black suits?”

“Yup!”

“Mammy is gonna make it happen. We’ll live far away in a new home.”

My eyes nearly pop out. “A new home?”

“Aye. Wouldn’t ye like that?”

“But what about Daddy?”

Her gaze trails to the door, then back to me. “Don’t worry about him. It’s going to be ye and me.”

“Because ye’re a wizard and I’m an ogre?”

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