Kai Anderson Ahs Novels & Stories

Age: 22 Country: United States of America Mother: Catherine Anderson Father: John Anderson I do a double take, returning my gaze to the names of her parents, as I recognize them. My eyes weren't playing tricks with me. I'd seen correctly. General John Anderson is her father? "This file, as you have read, is about Khloe Anderson." He continues, "She's General Anderson's daughter whom was kidnapped from her apartment last night. According to General, he spoke to her about 10pm last night, as she was leaving her shop. She owns a bakery and catering shop in the city, and was supposed to call him when she got home, which is about 15 minutes away from her shop. However, when he heard nothing for a

I sat on the armchair next to Kai’s. “Just getting to know him.” He looked at Kai. “Right?” “Of course.” I narrowed my eyes at Kai. “You’re lying.” “No, I’m not.” “Your shaky pupils tell a different story.” “Leave the guy alone, Elena.” Andre crossed his legs. “We were talking about you?” “What about me?” “Just curious about stuff.” He drummed his thigh. “Stuff between us guys.” I rolled my eyes. “Mm-hmm.” Andre suddenly became serious. “Before I get to ask.” His gaze was on Kai. “Do you two live together?”

And now the reporters were swarming him. “Kaiden!” I yelled, rushing down the stairs. Daniella was at the bottom of the staircase, eyes wide. “Kaiden is in the kitchen with Emma,” she hissed lowly. “Come watch!” She dragged me towards the television and stopped. I walked around her and the picture became visible. It was Kai. He was standing before a podium, looking beautiful and well-rested despite the turmoil. He was dressed in a dark suit, a grey tie tied around his neck. Voices murmured in the background. Cameras clicked insistently while their flashes illuminated his serene face.

She paid premium for the privacy; he never asked why. Kai Voss, thirty-five, six-three, built like he’d spent half his life lifting his own bodyweight and the other half teaching others to do the same. Dark skin, shaved head, forearms corded from years of handstands and arm balances, tattoos curling like smoke from wrists to shoulders. His voice was low, calm, the kind that made people breathe deeper without realizing it.

“He's the 6th member of our dorm. Vicky." Finally, Anderson looks at me. I bite my lip to avoid smiling like an idiot. I use my sleeves to hide my already pink cheeks. “Well, nice to meet you again Andrez. You didn't tell me you were going to study here." “You two know each other?", Jesse asks. I'm so not answering that question so when Anderson answers, I'm relieved. “Yupp. We go way back. We went to the same school. Literally all our lives right?"

My mom and I have a set diet plan where I eat properly on alternate days and the other days I would just eat fruits. Yes, it is more horrible than it sounds. I am actually used to the headaches. “Nope, I can’t eat today. Anyways, I have something else to talk to you about.” I say as I drag out my words suggestively, making him switch off the stove and focus all of his attention on me like he knew I was up to something. Okay, now I am nervous. “You remember the model, Kylie? Pretty girl with-“ “Yep, we talked for a few minutes. She was trying to find her phone, turned out to be in her pocket the whole time. Weird.” He told me, almost making me shake my head.

"Who is this D-lister, Kelly Ambrose? She got lucky bagging such a man!" While the people on the internet were having a heated discussion, they also sensed something was off. Based on Anderson Group's previous PR style, any rumors about Stephen would immediately be crushed, yet this time they'd made no move. Stephen Anderson and Kelly Ambrose were trending on social media. Hence, some marketing social media accounts speculated that Stephen might have really fallen for Kelly and that he was giving her a chance to gain fame.

Mary tried to defend me and pushed me to the side, “how dare you talk to my Alpha like this?! She is my friend and she had a nightmare. And whatever she does with anyone is none of your business and fully consensual.” Kai walked away, looking angry. Andres walked out of his room, having heard the commotion, just as Kai walked passed his door. “That’s true, future Alpha, fully consensual.” He said, winking at me. Andres was not bothered by the entire conversation, just standing there smirking. Kai pushed Andres against the wall and bawled his fist. But instead of hitting Andres, he hit against the wall beside him. “You can have her, just don’t let any family around her or she might kill them.

Enough to paint the picture. “Kai.” Aiden’s voice came from the doorway, low and controlled. He was already dressed for war: charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, the tie I’d loosened for him last night still slightly crooked. His jaw was tight, eyes scanning me like he could read every spiraling thought. “I’m trending,” I said flatly. My voice sounded foreign. “Number three on the list. Behind some politician’s affair and a new cryptocurrency crash.” He crossed the room in long strides and took the phone from my hand, powering it off without looking at the screen. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand settled on my bare shoulder, heavy and warm. Not