Booktok Kierra Lewis Novels & Stories

"Tryin' to play me out, like I don't know the fuckin' schedule Ros gave me! It says—right there in bold ass print—that Mistress Belladonna is supposed to come on after Trixie Tango! Not Barbaria—stupid ass, ugly ass, uppity ass heifer!" "A little racist, don't you think?" Like all the other newbies to Cibola City, Erika Lee was fully human without a hint of magical presence to her, despite her claiming otherwise. The scent of prey perfumed Erika as much as her knock of Chanel No. 5, and if she was smart, she would stop picking fights with apex predators like Bianca. "I mean Jillian can't help if she's a minotaur…"

“I love Greek yoghurts. Do you have any?” I laughed. “Yes, he offers the best, I’m sure you’d love it.” “Enough with the yoghurts, just take us to the body,” Kaida cringed. The Sheriff frowned, flipping her hair back. She was a beautiful, blonde, middle-aged woman with blue eyes and average height. “Leila’s finding a way to turn it on y’all. She’s taking it to court,” the Sheriff said. “And she won’t get any,” Kaida’s voice was final.

“I have a special pass issued by the Alpha himself.” The librarian looked her up and down suspicious, then back at the pass. She almost didn't believe it. This slave girl had bent every law of the pack. She let Kiara in and she signed as she scurried inside. With no one to talk to, Kiara decided to bury herself in the books in the library like she usually does. She knew by now that there was no use trying to run away from who she was. She was a witch, and had magic flowing through her veins.

Kira informed her. Kiara didn't like the idea of Kira acting like a slave around her. She just found herself wanting to be friends with her which is very unlike her. She was never the type to walk up to someone wanting to be friends. "Kira, do you like books?" She asked trying to create a conversation and stop the discussion about the Alpha King is this and that. "Yes, I love books!” She exclaimed but the excitement in her tone faded quickly and was replaced with sad smile. “Sorry…I shouldn’t have done that...” Her voice trailed off.

Seeing Kierra fight all those men wasn't just for fun. "Hum… The clip that went viral. Well, will you believe me if I tell you I didn't watch it? I heard people making up a lot of stuff about it. So I don't even know who she is and who she was fighting. I don't even care. The only thing holding me back from leaving Kenvy now is Lisa." "Lisa! Huh, Why is she holding you back?"

She corrected herself almost immediately, so Elvira doesn't take it the wrong way. "Can you sit down for a few minutes? I want to talk to you." Elvira beckoned her. Keira already guessed secondhand what she wanted to talk to her about and she already has her stock reply waiting to be aired out, no matter how disappointed Elvira would feel. However, she waited for her to speak up first, before giving her her stock reply. "It's about the frat party Shakira had invited us to." I knew it was because of that! Keira almost snapped, but she decided to put a lid on her temper.

"I don't know. I just don't want him to use them as leverage; I am scared! So many what-ifs: what if he would try to take me out of their lives? I trembled while she patted my hair. "Shush, Hazel! Say no more negative words to yourself. I want you to cancel them out of your mind, heart, and soul; nothing of the sort is going to happen." "I promise I won't let him do that; I would fight till I breathe my last," she vowed, and in that instant I felt an immense peace. As if her words lightened my heart, and I felt slightly better. Kierra is that one person that makes me feel seen; she and Peculiar are truly a gift from heaven.

The change Aaron had made in Keira was evident, even in his absence. The acceptance on Nathan's face meant he understood. Was giving her the okay. Keira turned to Kate. Kate: She's the original number one assassin. The most dangerous bitch on earth. Imperium needs its queen. Now or never, Keira. No more do overs. Keira covered Kate's hand with her own. Keira: I know, but Keira Dormer needs him to live. I fucked up, Katie. I fell so hard that not even the fate of Warlanda depending on it could keep me from him. I'm sorry Katie. You'll do great.

“You cocky wench! Who the hell do you think you are?!” I leaned in slightly, eyes narrowed. “I’m Kierra,” I said softly. “The girl you exploited. The one you underestimated.” Her nostrils flared. Her veins bulged. And I felt nothing but satisfaction. “All those lives you destroyed. The children you silenced. The women you tortured,” I continued, voice sharper now. “And for what? A goddamn Hermes bag? A seat at a table of monsters? You're pathetic, Susan.” She laughed. A low, hoarse, blood-chilling laugh.