Kaio Kincaid Novels & Stories

December 23rd Cato’s point of view I stood by my office window in the base, my Dad beside me. In the street below, a nurse walked Adelaide out of the hospital. When she flew in from Vermont two days ago, she couldn’t walk, her skin sickly white and her body frail and weak. Now we watched as she sprinted across the street to where her father was standing. She leapt into his arms as he squeezed her tight and swung her around, kissing her head repeatedly.

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.”

“Do you want to go somewhere? To do something?” I blinked away the tears prickling the edges of my eyes. “No. It is alright. I will just wait here for everything to be done.” My brothers decided to wait with me. I slid to the floor, my head leaning against the door. “Kincaid’s mother opened her bakery two years ago,” I whispered. They did not respond but I could feel them listening as I continued to speak about him. His father was the principal of our high school. His younger sister will be going to college in the fall. His older sister won Employee of the Year last year at the hospital.

He ultimately believes they can because Martins has changed since he met Chloe. Name: MORGAN KEISHA WILLIAMS Age: 21 Nationality: American (born Atlanta, Georgia) Profession/Education: Junior at Columbia University, Cybersecurity major Part-time freelance IT consultant (makes more money than most professors) Side hustle: Doesn't hack illegally anymore, but the skills are there Physical Description:

“This is where I- we come almost every lunch time.” Instead of asking the obvious question, he said, “I’m going to sit with you then.” She opened her mouth to launch her objection and Keion raised his hands quickly, “Just for today.” Ceanna pressed her lips together and shrugged again. Taking that as a win, Keion took out his notebook and opened the book he was going to check out. She looked curiously at him. “What are you reading?” “A book by your dad, actually.” “My dad?” “Yeah, it’s about his time in Africa.”

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.

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.