Break The Internet Kendra Lust Novels & Stories

“And when they do find out? Because they will, Astrid. Nova and Drystan aren’t going to stop.” I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. “Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes. But right now, we can’t let this break us. The rogues are counting on us to fall apart. We can’t give them the satisfaction.” Killian nodded, though the tension in his posture didn’t ease. I could feel the storm within him, the battle between his loyalty to his mother and his loyalty to the Pack. It was a battle we were both fighting, and I wasn’t sure how much longer we could hold out.

I really wanted to end things before I become too attached and it’s too late. “Trust me baby girl. It’s not too late to break up with him. Besides he’s somewhere right now doing who knows what with Brittany. Like Alessia he’s Zane fucking Jaxon. Did you really think he’ll eventually fall ? You’re the one falling for him and it’s not good.” She said with all seriousness, and Kendra was never serious. I sighed. “Can we just get back to shaping the cookies please. I don’t need to think about how bad it is.” I replied already annoyed.

"Or were you too busy watching the internet?" Her left cheek twitches. A tiny muscle under her eye jumps twice. "You did that," she whispers. Her voice cracks on the second word. "You leaked that clip." "The internet is a cruel place." "You ruined everything!" Kimberly lunges a step closer. Her chest heaves against her tight designer top. "My father spent an hour screaming at me. His voice went completely hoarse because of you. Do you know how many credits I had to spend to try and bury that video?"

That's when I realized going through the alpha wouldn't help… To attack a system, you go through the motherboard…the Luna. Without the Luna, let's face it. This pack would be doomed. I mustered courage and pasted a massive smile on my face and strutted with so much confidence. I smirked as I closed the distance between us, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There she was. Raven. The pack’s precious, broken Luna. The woman everyone still whispered about like she was some tragic saint, even after everything. Even after Marcus had made it clear she was no longer wanted.

“So here’s a carrot instead: clarify your lies, and I’ll double the two hundred fifty thousand Richard gave you.” Kendra stares at the prize, her throat working, then looks up at me. “What should I do?” “Follow instructions.” I slide a paper across the table. Her hands tremble as she unfolds it. Within minutes, her phone is in her hand, the red “live” icon glaring. She takes a shaky breath and begins:

she announces. Mick tries to hide his face in the couch and mumbles for everyone to leave, that he's ashamed. Jim, a big man who always shares in the group how his divorce triggered his drinking, chuckles softly. "Don't worry, kid. I had a relapse in my second week. Alberta had to retrieve my drunk ass from my son's wedding," he says. "I had my relapse at three years after losing my job. I started counting again, and I've been sober for a year now. There's nothing to be ashamed of," Celeste, another group member, says.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

"Can Homer provide you with a wedding like that? Oh, but the real question is, will Homer even propose to you?" Kendra didn't utter a response as she exhaled heavily through her nose, her glare directed at me filled with animosity. "Oh, you need not respond to that..." I smirked at her. "You look pale. I don't want you to pass out..." Kendra's mouth formed a tight, straight line. Her grip on the glass tightened, her hand trembling. Finally, she said, "Don't disclose to anyone that you are from the Summers Family. It would be such an embarrassment for me if they knew you were my stepsister!"

Each beat grew faster, heavier, more erratic. He sent a text—undelivered. He tried messaging me on social media—nothing went through. Every attempt failed. The more unreachable I became, the more panicked he grew. Suddenly, memories of all the times I'd said I wanted to break up came flooding back—my distant tone, my cold detachment over the past month. Only then did it hit him: I hadn't been joking. While he stood there dazed, Lina walked up and slipped her arm through his. "Thor, why are you spacing out? Come out with me tonight, okay?"

The doctors say you're the ideal replacement. "If you refuse, the engagement is off. Lydia has been through an inferno for three months already, and I won't let her face another day of it." I listened quietly, watching him say these insane things with absolute seriousness. My family struck a secret deal with the multinational pharmaceutical giant, Lidohen Pharma, serving as their cover. Every year, we took a 30-percent cut of their yearly profits, but that also meant handling the shady, legally and morally questionable trials that no one else would touch.