Aera Kim Novels & Stories

He forgets that she just lost her V-card, so she can’t quite keep up like the others we have shared in the past, but that’s Merk for you, only cares about getting his dick wet. Aria is just coming down the stairs as I reach the foyer. As soon as her foot touches the last step, I grab her around the waist and spin her while claiming her lips. She giggles against my mouth and then slides down my body as I slowly release her. She’s dressed in skinny blue jeans with rips down the front, a cropped black tank top with a sheer cheetah print kimono over it. Black slip-ons cover her feet as she spins in front of me, waiting for my approval.

Natalie Greene. Kim knew what she wanted to do to fix everything. She booked an appointment with Keira for the next morning. Kim dressed in an off-white silk camisole, with pants and a cream blazer. She knew well how to dress to get sympathy. With minimal makeup and red eyes, Keira was swooning about her, asking for her well-being. “How could I be fine, Keira? I am a laughing stock. You know how the elite snobby bitches of our society act. I couldn’t believe one picture would do so much damage.”

He took it like a good sport and then bent over, resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “Good fight. Maybe next time, you’ll actually be able to get a blow in.” I patted him on the back before walking over to the bench to grab a drink. The doors swung open, letting the one person I loathed more than Balthazar, which I didn’t believe was possible. Kimberly, Beta Paul’s youngest daughter. The girl was so cocky and believed the world owed her something. I don’t know where she got that idea, but it was fucking annoying. Along with her annoying attitude came her belief that her shit didn’t stink.

Hypocrites. I'm drawn to the commotion nearby. Reporters swarm around a figure, firing off probing questions. My curiosity piqued, I inch closer, wondering who's capturing their attention. It's Kim Haeyeon, the renowned author, also known by her pen name Shell Kim. Her works are truly captivating. The name "Shell" symbolizes the treasure trove of valuable pearls within, reflecting the precious gems found in her writings. Her unique pen name resonates deeply with her esteemed literary contributions.

Or not. Kim opens the passenger door and glares at me in silence as she settles in. “What's on your face?” I have to ask. “Makeup.” She answers in annoyance. “Oh, I mean what's with your face?” She looks at me, still glaring. “Can you at least be respectful? I was having a good conversation with Era.” She clasps the seatbelt on. “Just because you hate her.” “I don't hate her.” “Then why did you honk at us like that?”

I lifted both of my arms and shoved into him with my hands. Deagon Skinner, assigned reaper to this small section of this town, furrowed his brow in confusion watching the interesting female come rushing towards him. How the little welp could see him and actually connect with him, made him pause. He stumbled back, eyes wide and fell to his ass. His attacker stumbled as well and was currently spread out across his long legs. "What do you think your doing female," Deagon growled in confusion. He changed his appearance to a skinless blazing skull to frighten the young woman. Ayira peeked up at the reaper and grinned slightly at him trying to frighten her.

she said. "Maybe it's best if I ask him first before buying anything." "Ladies. What brings you by?" A sweet voice said, drawing my attention to the approaching woman. She was of medium height with curly brown hair that framed her oval face. "Kimberly!" Nikki shrieked, throwing her arms around the woman. "It's been a long while. Ayra, this is Kimberly. She's our Beta's mate." "Hi. It's nice to meet you," I said, holding my hand out, but she hugged me instead. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should've asked if you liked being touched."

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Just fixed at the same spot without moving. ******** Kim Annie