Blaine Kurt Novels & Stories

It didn’t hit his target but to another balloon with no prize inside. Chris snorted but Kurt didn’t break his concentration and threw the second dart. Chris’ eyes widened when Kurt hit his target. The people around them clapped their hands. Kurt laughed and even bowed to the audiences. “Woah, you’re so annoying. How could you be good at everything?” Chris commented while laughing. The staff gave Kurt the cash prize and it was 5 times of what he paid so he was satisfied. “Well that’s Kurt Lewis for you.” Kurt boasted with a huge grin.

Karen then push him off the chair and her turn to laugh when she saw him trip his butt off. "That's enough, come the dinner is ready!" Anthon's grandmother called. I stood up from my seat I can still hear Blaze and Karen arguing and Karen telling his brother. "You're the one who followed us, Karen so shut up," Kurt said, annoyed with her sister. I want to laugh when I saw her pout her lips and glared at Blaze.

I say. "Because I like it better this way. I don't really want to act all total gay cos you know how I was bullied cos of it and I have a reputation now." He speaks. I wanted to tell him about Billy but then I'm sure Billy will be mad about it. We continued having lunch together and just talked about how he was doing all these years. I didn't expect Kurt would become a college teacher though he qualifies for the spot since he's ridiculously intelligent. "Whenever I have a totally handsome student, I try my hardest to control myself. For example, that handsome guy who was next to you." He speaks.

Kurt’s expression changed. The pieces of paper on the desk were detailed information about him, including a profile of his father. “Your father’s Steven Canon, the leader of the world’s largest organization of assassins. Am I right?” Daniel coldly looked at Kurt, who was gritting his teeth while glaring fiercely at him. Obviously, he had given up on his facade. He continued, “Can you tell me who's behind all this?”

Luther said, clearing his throat with a hint of impatience. His voice was firm, restoring a sense of order, even though the tension remained thick in the air. One after the other, they all returned to their seats. Curtis shifted closer to Tessa, lowering his voice into a whisper meant only for her ears. His tone carried warning, his gaze sharp as he leaned in. “I’m telling you right now,” he said quietly, each word pressed with intention, “this is the CEO of BlueSky. You better not do anything stupid. Don’t offend him. I’ll try to get Lauren to change her mind.”

He bit out, his blue eyes searing power. "You might be the chairman..." "Not might, I am. And you're not allowed to utter a word without my permission. You're only a partner here. You don't run this organization." Without hesitation, I sealed my lips and looked down at the table, fidgeting with my pen. I looked back at him but he wasn't looking at me anymore. He had his gaze concentrated on the files in front of him. There was something I learnt about Kurt. He didn't talk much. He didn't like talking. He'd always prefer action over any talking. I knew that even if Wesley and Liam went ahead with their plans of ruining his life, they wouldn't have been able to. Kurt would have fought back. He

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

I was about to speak up since Jonathan wanted to remain anonymous. “He works for them.” Kurt spoke up, getting into view, looking a bit worse for the ware. “You’re actually looking at one of the guys who financially backs the Silvercloud company.” Kurt gestured to me. “Whoa… wait? You're Kinsley?” the blonde blinked wide green eyes at me. “Yes. I’m John Kinsley.” I nodded, not sure where this was going. “You’re a lot hotter than I thought you’d be.” the blonde smirked.

“Wait it’s just your siblings, right? Curtis too?” Blake gave me a grin as if he was enjoying my mind working. “Curtis has decided to stay home this weekend he is swamped at work was what I was told. I think this may allow us to see what Curtis does over the weekend so trust me I have someone tracking him the whole time.”