Kaila Wilkey Novels & Stories

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Maybe to all of us. Now? It was just life. People changed. People moved on. Some people stayed. Some people learned how to. Then— “Kayla Jefferson.” Everything inside me stopped. Mira grabbed my hand. “There she is.” Kayla walked across the stage. Eighteen years old. Cap. Gown. That same smile she’d had since she was little. Straighter now because of the braces. Kacie stood first. “THAT’S MY BABY!” Kayla’s head turned.

She looked very much like Jennifer Connelly, with the way her eyebrows framed her kind, delicate eyes. She and K had some resemblance, too. They were both stunningly beautiful, with slim physique, the right combination of sharp and soft features on their faces, and they were of the same height, too. The only difference was, K was more exotic, which was probably something she got from her nonexistent father. "Come on in now, kids," Laura ushered them in, literally dragging both K and Jesse to the steps of the patio. "Get in and get warm, real quick." She demanded.

In fact Daisy nearly bumped into him. “What now?” Kael did not answer. His attention remained fixed on the woman laughing with the E-sports team near the side of the ballroom. She was beautiful, yes, but that was not what held him still. Something about her face unsettled him. Not recognition exactly. More like a memory trying to open a locked door inside his mind. Daisy followed his gaze. Then her brows rose. “Jessica?” Kael finally looked at her. “You know her?” Daisy gave him a strange look. “Of course I know her. That’s Jessica Tremont. Dreston’s cousin. She’s a pro player and one of Cassienne’s closest people.”

she frustratedly said when her personal assistant walked into her room. “Sure honey, I got it,” he said for Kayla to hang up. “ good morning madam, the Rapzy heels Ads is 10 am,” she said for Kayla to sigh. “What about the Dior ad?” She asked for her assistant to bow her head. “ they cancel it ma’am after the relationship scandal with Sir Alex. German supermodel, Kaira has taken it” she said for Kayla to frown. “ rubbish” she screamed in anger as she felt like to cry because it was like a step up in her career.

"The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways." Caius frowns at him. "You're making sense, so how am I supposed to make her break the rules in her own will?" "Perhaps, seperating her from the Alpha King would be your first step." Beau's sense of hearing heightened. "He might completely own her this time." Before Caius could react, his gut feeling got to him like an electric shock paralyzing his whole body. His senses went dull, and all he could feel was the wrenching pain itching its way in his chest.

Anna rushed down to the queens room "Your majesty she is gone" Anna shouted feigning fear. "Who?" Queen Tarah asked "Amira and her baby" Anna answered. Just as she was waiting to hear the next words of Queen Tarah, Keon walked in looking disturbed, he didn't notice Anna when he came in at first, not until she greeted him. "What is disturbing you my son?" Queen Tarah asked "Amira is no where to be found" Keon said. Keon turned to Anna and rushed to her side like he just remembered why he was there.

Amelia suddenly remembered how Helga prevented her from opening the television. "Wait, I'll send you the video. Oh my god, Lia. What is going on there?" Tara said as she quickly sends the video to her friend. Amelia clicked the link that Tara had sent her. She watches it for a few seconds before seeing her own face with Damian, the day that they exited the hospital when she went for a check-up. 'The Damian Castillo, caught in a scandal with a 17-years old girl' Amelia read the headlines. Her eyes were wide open as she watches the news about how Damian Castillo laid his hands on a minor.

I was grateful for all he had done for me and my family. The city was 40 miles away. It took almost the whole day of non-stop riding. Aisle didn’t seem to get tired out, or need to stop to eat or drink. The city was surrounded by a giant wall. There were four gates to get in and out of the capitol. My family's cottage was on the outskirts of the Mouradian territory. The ruler of the Mouradian territory was a young queen by the name of Cecilia. I did not know much about her, other than she lost her parents from a assassination. They were poisoned at a banquet that Cecilia did not attend. She was only 12 when she came to power. I’ve heard she is a fair ruler.

In his hand he carried two peaces of cloth rolled in seal and in my assumption, the clothes carried the royal letter to the Lyle family. "You're welcome Mister?" Puzzled Edward greeting the gentleman. "Sir. Gaylord Walton. You can call me Mr. Walton." He gently spoke picking up a chair from the table. "You're welcome to the Lyle villa Mr. Walton. What's for us from the king?" "King joseph Duskwick III." He stated proceeding. "Sends his condolences to the Lyle heiress Miss Tara marinda Lyle for her loss. He also continues to say that he had a good friend in the late Mr. Flynn Lyle. With him he had trusted the finding of his only heir and daughter Princess Willette Duskwick I the duchess of Ek