Kagehina Dj Novels & Stories

Finally after what seems like a lifetime, the door barges open and Dom drags Kage inside by his throat. "Tell her!" Dom seethes, yanking Kage to his knees in front of me. Despite Kage being a large man, Dom is twice his size, and triple his strength. Hardin was right about Kage. I thought, staring at the green eyes that glare up at me. "Spit it out." I order menacingly. "You chose someone else, I had no choice." Kage sneers darkly. The kind, warm smile that he usually has is long gone.

Her cobalt blue eyes darted back at Jesse. He sighed with relief and reached for his phone. He tapped and unlocked it then handed it over to K. "Let's keep in touch." He mumbled, asking for her to type in her number. He then grabbed her phone and reached for the other pair of her earphones and perched it onto his left ear, curious what song she was listening to. L'Illusioniste by Keren Ann. It was a really beautiful French song. Jesse had it in his playlist, too.

I started being a DJ here when I was still fifteen, and the people love me and my music. My name is Claire Daven Lawrence, but I don't honor my second name because it was from my stupid a**hole of a father. And my stage name is DJ XCeed. "Uh, okay. That will be fine, Shay. You know, if the right time will come, that real and true love of yours will be the one to come to you. You don't have to rush." I told her while rubbing her back.

DEVONNE’S POV I don’t know how long I knelt there, I had the vague sense of something filling my head, my consciousness. It was all so crazy, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much pain in my life before. There was a rushing sound filling my ears, Then all of a sudden, they were there….. all the blank spots in my memory, I was wrong, I didn’t have those blank spots because I drank too much wine. I remembered, the woman who injected me eight before I lost contact with Mela. My wolf’s name is Mela. I stood up and looked up with eyes that were not mine, a growl rippled from my throat. I was filled with anger that wasn’t entirely mine, that is until Arian stepped into my line of vision and I fel

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

She seriously said, but Kage was just too stubborn that he stood in fighting mode. The woman in front of him just let out a deep sigh. Kage felt perplexed for a moment that he had seen her carefully. Her long straight jet-black hair was flowing freely behind her. Her paperwhite skin was just like snow and her slender body hugged her pure black dress. But what stunned him the most were her deep purple eyes – which were coldly staring at him. They were so cold and unreadable. And they were blank – no emotions at all. And her lips – it was tainted with purple lipstick!