Novel & Cerita Kai Anderson

His voice had been low, matter-of-fact, with that slight accent she couldn’t quite place. She grabbed her mat and bag, locked the car, and walked to the door. It opened before she could knock. Kai stood there in black joggers that sat low on his hips and a fitted gray tank that showed the lean, sculpted muscle of his shoulders and arms. He was barefoot, as always. At six-three, with smooth olive skin and sharp features framed by dark hair tied back in a loose knot, he looked more like a dancer than a yoga instructor. His flexibility was legendary in the local studios. People whispered he could hold handstands for twenty minutes and fold into positions most bodies simply refused.

That was all the warning I got. The studio was dim, heated to 95 degrees, mirrors on every wall, the air thick with eucalyptus and sweat. I unrolled my mat in the back row like a coward. Then he walked in. Kai was sex incarnate in human form. Thirty-one, 6’2”, with the kind of sculpted, sun-kissed body that looked airbrushed. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined but functional—long, corded arms, powerful thighs that flexed under thin black compression shorts, and a chest dusted with dark hair that trailed down into a sharp V disappearing beneath the waistband. His tank top clung to him like a second skin, already damp. When he turned to face the class, his hazel e

Intrigued, his gaze searched the room until it landed on a pair of shoes stopping beside him. It was the man who had been with King earlier—his right-hand man. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Raze Alconde,” he said, offering a handshake. Kane accepted it with grace. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” “My boss seems to like your work a lot,” Raze remarked. “I’m an aspiring artist myself. Mind sharing your secret?” His smile was lopsided, his tone friendly. Kane sensed the subtle game at play and responded in kind.

He looked up immediately to see who it was, his gaze intense as he watched his personal assistant step into his study with the kind of hesitation that came from knowing exactly what sort of man he worked for. “Mr. Kane.” The assistant, whose name was Andrew, called, bowing his head slightly. “What is it?” the irritation in Anderson's voice was enough to make the younger man swallow hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “The.... the rumor about Kimberly Owens is true, sir. She’s back. I saw her myself today.” Andrew said with a shaky breath. Upon hearing that, Anderson stilled for a moment. For a long beat, he said nothing. He just sat there, as if he was trying to process the news he had ju

Grinning from ear to ear, she lowered her chiffon blouse to reveal her overinflated boobs. "Kai, honey, meet Andrea. She's the daughter of one of your dad's trusted advisors. Remember Samuel?" I ignored her, hoping she'd get the hint, but she continued yapping. “Andrea's a sweet girl. I have known her since her diaper days. She's been in her mom's pack for 5+ years. That's why she's unfamiliar.” I muttered a greeting, and the girl grinned back. "You're even more handsome than I imagined," she purred, trying hard to flatter me.

“Klaus, please, can you hear me?” – I jumped off the stairs where I was sitting, and my parents almost had a heart attack. “Klaus” That was my mate calling me by mind-link. “Angel? Angel, my life? Is it you? Where are you? Tell me, I'll be right there. You can't be far away to be able to contact me.” “Listen, Jackson is attacking tonight. He has more men than you can imagine.”

Gilbert sneered at Kisa and said to Andrew, "No." "Oh, I may have misheard it then." Andrew continued. "Then I will video-call Ma'am. I miss her, too." "Okay." Kisa was transfixed. Before she could react to it, her phone rang. It was a video call from none other than Andrew. As she sat up in bed, she was awash in embarrassment. She panicked and propped herself up on the mattress, but her fingers accidentally tapped the answer button, and Andrew's and Ada's smiling faces appeared on the screen, with Kelvin standing behind them.

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person. For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.

KYLE'S POV I squinted my brows as I looked amongst the crowd searching for a particular figure. Looking closely I noticed that I couldn't find the figure. No, that shouldn't be happening. I frowned and sat well then looked again closely only to see that the figure I was looking for was missing. "Guards." I frowned calling out to the guards who were by my side. "Yes, Alpha." The guards answered as they rushed over. "Where's that maid?" I frowned.

I was happy that I could find a job which I was really interested in and could give my heart, commitment and everything which I was possible to. It is just a part time work. Everyday I have to attend the work in the morning time. I have to play the songs on violin according to the requests made by fans while being the presenter of the programme as well. My programme "iTune" got hit among the people in USA in a very short period of time and me as my alias "Chloe Andrea". Because I never wanted to be known and identified as Sian Anderson, the daughter of once multi billionaire Peter Anderson and the lover of Aaron Maximillian. I wanted to be me and created my own personality on my own. But I n