Cal Kestis Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Now that I knew I had his support, I wondered if it was possible to get Keva to fall in love with me. I had no intention of rushing anything because I knew that Keva needed time to heal mentally and emotionally. At least for now, I could pretend to be her mate and that might be the key to opening her up to the prospect of being in a relationship again. For now, I would focus on helping her make Ethan suffer. “Are you ready?” Keva returned to the living room a few hours later, with two suitcases. “Is that everything you intend to bring?” I looked down at the suitcases.

He was marking his territory. He was claiming me. Right there, in front of his whole family. He was telling them that this strange new woman was his. I hated that, i really hated that he was treating me like I was his possession. I am the Red Reaper, i am the one who is supposed to kill him. I am not his girl. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered. He looked down at me. His eyes were right on mine. We were moving slowly on the dance floor.

These two knew how to work together, and even though they're different in a lot of ways, both of them put in work to their relationship, I love them both for that. "Have you been able to reject going to that naked bathing," Caleb asked as he turned towards me on the bed where I sat. "No!" I sharply answered as though I'd been waiting for him to remember I was here and talk to me, and maybe I'd been waiting. "Well, you have to find a way Kayla, for all we know, this might yet be another ploy for you, for me, for the whole of Crescent pack, and we don't wanna walk right into a trap," Caleb explained and I just nodded affirmatively, I didn't need to be told this was a trap, I knew that already.

More jewels and gowns than I could count. Every night he needed me, I’d put on whatever lacy thing he picked out. We’d have sex. Five years. 999 times. There were moments—his sweat dripping on my forehead, his soft breaths inside me, the way he’d look at me—when I let myself dream he loved me. Then the video dropped. Him. On the street. Kissing another woman. I knew the truth. He was my keeper, not my lover. Everyone laughed. They couldn't wait to see me lose my mind, begging him to keep me.

His mind had been locked on one thing, one person—Elias. The R8 sat scattered around the jet’s luxurious cabin. Damien, ever calm, scrolled through his phone, while Theo and Rafe argued over who’d finish the last piece of steak. The rest pretended to nap, though Kael knew he was watching them through half lidded eyes. His boys, his brothers, his warriors—they’d follow him anywhere, even to the corners of the earth. And now, they were in Thailand because of him. Because of Elias.

I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't sit still, so I had jumped onto my power bike and torn through the city streets like a lunatic. Now, I was standing right in front of him on this dark, empty campus path. Calix scoffed, his face twisting into a deep frown the moment he realized it was me. He rolled his eyes and tried to quickly brush past my shoulder, picking up his pace to get away from me. “Don't ignore me, Calix!” I roared, throwing my helmet to the ground as I lunged forward, blocking his path, Calix stopped, his chest heaving under his oversized Northcott hoodie, his eyes burning with an icy coldness. “Get the hell out of my way, Kensington. Go home to your fiancée and leave me alone.”

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

“Lowkey is impossible when that thing exists.” “What even happened?” Kai threw his head back. “That thing announced to the entire cafeteria that he wants to have sex with me.” Martin’s jaw dropped. “What the—” Kai wagged a finger. “You're the closest human I have. Do not tell anyone. Especially my dad. Or else, you're getting it... boyfriend.” Martin grimaced. “Boyfriend? I'd like to keep the cousins status.” Kai shot back, “Cousins fall in love sometimes.”

Others often referred to him as a prime example of what a husband should be like. Though news of husbands having mistresses on the side was constantly erupting throughout the circle, everyone was certain Tristan would never do that to Christine. "You better not be lying," I scoffed before hanging up the call. I then looked up at the girl with her shocking pink hair. She had smoky makeup on and wore countless designer-branded items. She looked incredibly tacky for a rich kid. I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?"

They were all looking at me, I’m sure that they are talking about me, not just because they are looking my way but also because she mentioned Quenly, whose sitting in front of me. “Girl! GO on! We won’t stop you! We’ll even help you pull her hair” Sabrina was pushing her to do it. I am just looking at them, the hate and anger are visible from their eyes. Is Quenly, Cleo’s boyfriend? Probably not, because if he is Cleo’s boyfriend, she won’t be saying anything anymore, she would head to me straight and pull my hair. I guess she likes Quenly. “Don't mind them. I don't even know them but they talk like they own me” he’s now looking at them too. Like he said, I did not mind them.