Bandit Keith Novels & Stories

He hasn’t stopped looking at my daughter since she arrived in this room… It seems he has a wondering eye… you will need to be careful with such a man… I am allowing you to leave with something I suggest you take it… Keith is a very young man but he is worth the trouble… I will take my husband estate and leave.. You will not be hearing the last of me… I will get what is mine… Are you threatening me in my country? Your entire family will get what they deserve and it will be by my hands… Guards.. Put them in the dungeon until she learn some manners.. How dare you put me in a dungeon? Let go of me you bastards.. Keith was furious as he was dragged away with Martha… He could sense the smirk on As

he rolled his eyes at the thought of Mitch telling Serena with a sweet smile not to call him sir. Serena laughed, " are you getting jealous Alex? Mitch is not what you think he is, he is a gentle man, sweet and friendly". Alex shook his head, he stood up and walked over to where she sat, his hands held her face to look up to him, so she could see the seriousness in his face, " iam a man Serena, I have come across many Mitchs, they appear all sweet and friendly, but their main intention is to get into your pant, I hate that you are too trusting, Mitch wants to fuck you, and that is why he had given you this job, they see people like you who trust quickly to be cheap and an easy prey!"

A window rolled down, revealing a thick-necked, heavyset man with a scarred face. That was Keith Simmons, the Wolf Pack guild leader. In the old world, he'd been a career thug—locked up for assault. The apocalypse had set him free. Now, Keith raised a megaphone, a smug grin plastered across his face—like a cat playing with a cornered mouse. "Listen up, RV boy! You're surrounded by the Wolf Pack! "That's a nice ride you've got. I'll take it. "Here's the deal—get out, hand over the keys, leave your supplies. If I'm feeling generous, maybe I'll let you crawl away alive."

“Sarah. Listen. The problem is NOT Justin’s marriage here. It’s not that girl either. Spare her. Spare Justin. Let them breathe. Let them go.” I stopped in my steps and turned to him slowly. By now I was no more crying, “I can’t breathe when he is not here, Keith. I just can’t. I promise you, Keith Kevin Bernard. Soon Justin will throw her out and you will be standing there celebrating my victory.” I nodded at him. He was listening to me silently. Not giving any response, “When she will be out of his life. He will again be mine. You just wait and watch!” I started walking but then turned around, “And guess what, Keith? You were right. I am indeed a bi*ch.”

"But that's not what I feared telling you, Lilac…it was the fact that it was your Alpha…Alpha Keith…who burned down our pack…because our Alpha had refused to give in to his demands, protecting his pack to the very last breath." Alpha Keith—his name resonated with a sinister gravity that sent a chill down my spine. The tales woven around him painted a grim portrait of a man consumed by his thirst for power, a man who wielded fear as his weapon and cruelty as his shield. The mere thought of his actions sent shivers coursing through me. To hear that he not only sought dominion over packs but inflicted unspeakable horrors upon them—enslaving men and degrading women—cast a shadow of horror over m

I don't have any goal to mock him but just to buy some time till my men came. "The last time I remembered, you're the one tied up, in the enemy's territory and also about to die." Keith threw his head back in laughter. "Oh I'm scared." I smirked before removing my legs from the rope and then my hands which surprised him. "So what exactly do you want from me Keith. I'm not a fan of attacking from the shadows, face me and tell me what your problem is." "Look around Keith, you're clearly outnumbered. If you try to fight your way out of this one, let me tell you how you'll return to your men?" Keith said as he removed the gun from his boots. "Dead."

Keith replied "I am done with this conversation. You should take Tia up on that offer and come meet Veronica. She is a good fuck," I said "I am good," Keith replied "Still waiting for your mate, huh? That's fine. I am sure Ryan would love to fuck Veronica, but then again, I might keep both Veronica and Tia for myself," I teased. Keith wanted to find his mate. He was twenty five, just like I was, and still hadn't found his mate. Ryan was also twenty-five and my best friend, but Keith never liked Ryan. He only put up with him because of me. Keith always told me he didn't trust Ryan and that something was off about him, but I was sure Keith was just overthinking things.

Paul's trust as soon as possible. “I need to figure out a way to save myself from trouble. But... What about Martina?” These thoughts disturbed Keith all night. This dilemma made him stressed. The next morning, Keith was getting ready to go to work. He kept his hand on his pocket and realized he had something in it. He reached inside the pocket and took out the valet of the old woman which he stole last night. He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it.

They were from the Midnight Guardians pack, fully clothed, and they wouldn’t try anything funny because they were saving themselves for their mates. And that’s how Keith found himself in this lab, spacing out while contemplating his life choices. Keith felt like he merged with the chair he was sitting on, and he became furniture. A sad ending for someone with a promising future. He remembered how he was excelling in academics, and he proved himself as a worthy warrior; he became a coach and started a lucrative business of protein shakes, and... now he was sitting in a room with five females and being ignored.

Elsewhere I was Kogo, a fun loving old lady who will sell you weed provided your fake id is believable enough. Taking a breath, I stood. "Be kind, Meira," someone said. I knew that voice. It was Keith. He came up from behind me, dressed in pure black, prepared for meeting we would be having in a few hours' time. Keith acknowledged my presence with a simple, polite nod. He had not changed a bit. He looked as dapper and as dangerous as usual. The only thing that was different was the way he had styled his hair. He had cut his famous manbun but had spared the white streak at the front of his head.