Novel & Cerita Continuum Kiera Cameron

Kieran or Jax. To be continued…

sign board hanging on the knob like a warning. So this was a surprise. The glow from her phone screen lit the bed just enough. Kiera—my 22-year-old step-sister, tall, athletic, always acting like she owned the place—was propped against the headboard in nothing but a loose tank top and panties shoved down her thighs. Her legs were spread. And between them… Fuck.

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

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.

"Maybe if it was yesterday morning she wouldn't, but let's see what she says when she gets here, oh! and she is on her way" I texted her minutes ago and I'm sure Sam will direct her to the dungeons. * The door opens and my girl walks in looking as fresh as always. I don't know who braided her hair but that person should do it more often. Even dean knows that he lied, because Kay is stunning. Today she's wearing a small black jeans skirt with a red cropped hoodie, and she has white Adidas sneakers, today's dress code gives her an innocent look. "Hey," she says walking to me and kissing my lips.

The drive to the frat house was the longest twenty minutes of Keira's life. She has never felt more apprehensive and agitated in her entire life as she did during those twenty minutes. It was like a twenty-minute-long visit to hell, in a staring challenge with the devil. Xander, as Kimberly had introduced him, kept throwing her sinister glares from the rearview mirror and he pretended as if he was just meeting her for the very first time when he went ahead to ask her how Camden University was treating her.

"I'll tell you where to come to but before that, I know you have seen the viral video of the woman fighting the bad guys and draining their life source" "Yes, boss. I have, it's over the news and it's trending. Do you know her?" "Melissa, that is Kierra. Have you seen her before, does Argon know where she is? From his broadcast, it seems he knows. He said she's someone he knows and is close to." Menessa was silent… "Hello, Menessa, are you there? Hello Menessa…" "Yes, I am… sorry boss. Did you just say that it was Kierra? Your Kierra? The one you lost ten years ago"

“You have no shame. I’m sorry Kiera, our friend and LUNA can be a little crude and shameless sometimes.” “Yet you still love me,” Cami smiled with a wink. Kiera cleared her throat, “It’s okay. It’s actually refreshing to meet someone so honest.” Cami wiggled a little in victory, causing me to laugh. We pulled into the parking lot of the mall, the driver opening the door for us to climb out. “If you had to describe your dream style, what would it be?” Cami asked Kiera. “I think I’d prefer something darker,” she said quietly.

I chuckled, turning the phone to show them how irresistible our mate looked, bent over and waiting so obediently for her mate to fuck her again. "Kiera!" Drake growled out. "Mm, hi, boys." She winked at the camera. She moved to sit up, but I tsked her. "I told you to stay in position," I warned her, and she bent right back over. "Sorry, Alpha." She smiled at me, and I shook my head. "You listen so good when you're desperate for Alpha seed to fill you." "I need you." Kiera moaned at me and then looked into the camera. "I need all of you." She added.

Kira sipped the coffee with a smile. Kira's demeanor was all grace and elegance, a testament to her refined upbringing-something not easily imitated. “I’m glad you like it.” Camille beamed. Normally aloof, Camille was like a carefree little girl in Kira's presence. Their acquaintance could be traced back to six years ago. Back then, Camille was a promising fashion designer with endless inspiration. But her early success made her a target of envy and criticism. Out of desperation, she joined a reality show where she was humiliated by a big-name actress and harshly criticized by the judges.