Kaio Kincaid Novels & Stories

His voice rang again. "Maybe I look older," I shrugged. "Poverty does that to people. Also, would you believe him instead," I motioned to Reiss, who was not shamelessly crying into a pillow? Kincaid said nothing. His jaw tightened as he contemplated silently. I couldn't tell what was going on in his mind, but I was terrified by the way he looked at me. Like he wouldn't hesitate to tear me apart. "Look at me, Ishtar. Look into my eyes and tell me," He ordered, "Do you recognize me? What do you feel when you look at me?"

The door swung open. A tall, powerfully built man filled the doorway. **Kai Grayson**, 34. Ex-Army Ranger turned survival writer. Sharp jawline, intense dark eyes, short-cropped black hair, and a body honed by years of harsh training and mountain living. He looked at her like she was a hallucination. “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said, voice deep and rough. “No shit,” Lila snapped through chattering teeth. “My car is stuck. Phone’s dead. Can I come in? Please. Just until the storm passes.”

Ricardo murmured over the phone in a trembling voice. Ricardo Kincaid was the sole son of Mr Desmond Kincaid, a rich businessman who was well-known throughout the world, and he, his wife, Mrs Becky Kincaid, Ricardo's stepmother, Susan Kincaid, Ricardo's half-sister, and her boyfriend had been out of the country a few days ago for Susan's birthday, who was three years younger than Ricardo. "Ricardo," his father said, seeming concerned. Something was wrong with Ricardo, he sensed.

I waved at Kieffer before entering the car. “Where are we going, Ms. Kathy?” Nikki asked as soon as he started the engine. I said the address of Almost Home. I ordered him not to wear his uniform and just dress in casual attire for the reason that I don’t want to attract so much attention. For sure people will be curious about me when they see me have a bodyguard. A perfectly trained bodyguard. Nikki is the same age as Kieffer. 27 years old. Nikki parked the car in front of the Almost Home condominium. I examined the whole building first before I stepped out of the car.

He really was a good looking man, tall with clear dark skin and piercing eyes. “This donation was made on Miss Sands behalf by her fiancé, Mr. Kincaid. He extends his goodwill and expresses his thanks to the management of the orphanage, particularly Sister Beatrice. Miss Sands told him previously of the lengths you went to look out for her, and he’s grateful for it.” Macy exhaled, feeling the gazes drill on her as Graeme’s surname echoed in the hall. Everyone knew who the Kincaids were since they were incredibly powerful, and her connection to them was clearly a shock to them.

I asked with a smile. “Yup!” Kaia said beaming. Just as we are finishing this conversation, I zone out. I started seeing intentions of Sinclair. She is ready to leave her old life behind and settle. She is a tech genius. She grew up from foster home to foster home. Each foster home abused her and when she became eighteen, she started taking jobs as a hitman and a tech point of contact to survive. She looks at Kaia like a sister, but also has foster siblings, and she likes Blackstone because everyone acts like a family and she has never had that before.

“I swear to the Goddess, if you turn out to be just as bad as Lucas…” “You’ll hold me down while she castrates me?” Theo finished. Kincaid smiled, satisfied with Theo’s response, but his eyes were still full of threats. Then he unlocked the door and held it open while Theo went through. My mate’s voice filled my mind as Kincaid closed the door behind him. Our Betas need significant raises. I smiled as I sighed in relief. I couldn’t agree more.

My voice echoed, small. And even before I saw water this river stink found me oil, dead fish, wet cement. I walked toward it because that gut pull said to me. Each step felt like dragging along a leash I couldn’t see. The mate-bond, I guess. I’d never met Kael Blackthorn, just heard the stories: the Alpha who left cooling bodies in his footsteps, who laughed as he ripped challengers into shreds. The notion should have scared me into looking elsewhere. Instead my legs kept going, which had been rented by something in the world.

Everyone in the pack has been anticipating Ashton's return, how could they be able to keep it for themselves? Knowing that there was nothing she could do, Maya could only lower her head and pray that everything goes well for Ashton and that Kelly doesn't find out soon enough so that Ashton can have ample time to rest. …. In Gael's room… Kelly had let Kevin and a few of his men whom he had brought over to wait in the living room while he went to speak to his grandfather in the bedroom. It was time for the old man to keep his promise or else he won't mind sending him to where he belonged.

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV