Kane Book Novels & Stories

Emily, Kane worked diligently into the night, solely for my benefit. I overheard him speaking on the phone with various people, tirelessly seeking buyers for our harvest when it arrived. The level of support he showed was truly heartening. Such kindness and assistance were entirely new to me, and I deeply appreciated it. Kane stood in stark contrast to Jake, and I couldn't help but question why I had ever been drawn to someone so unpleasant as Jake.

She tittered. "You're still cute, babe." Jesse beckoned, gesturing his hand and gaze up and down K's physique. "Yeah, whatever." She bugged out, and made her way back to her mom's bedroom to get some more photos from the sturdy oak shelves. K scooted down the bottom shelf where her baby pictures were. She pulled out four photobooks labeled Kristen's First Birthday, Kristen's First Horse Ride, Kristen Ice Skating and Kristen's First Day at School. Laura literally took thousands of photos of her, it made K smile. She really appreciated how her mom captured those precious memories of her as a kid.

Smirking, Kane pulls his arm loose from my hold and then presses his hand against the small of my back, pulling me against his large and firm body. “That’s right,” he agrees, turning his gaze to Kevin, who watches us. “You heard her, didn’t you? She isn’t interested in you, so I think it would be best to get that ridiculous idea of marrying her out of your head.” “Or what?” Kevin growls, unwilling to back down. “What the hell do you plan on doing, pretty boy?” “Well,” Kane says slowly, a dangerous aura beginning to trickle around him. “I don’t think you want to know what I will do.”

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

"Kane stopped me from calling you. He said he'd be fine reading by himself. He said you were exhausted from taking care of his three newborn siblings, so he didn't want to bother you. But I couldn't bear to see him. He was sitting alone, reading, but his face was gloomy." Regina's heart felt like it was being pinched by an invisible hand. She followed the homeroom teacher to the library. The children in Kane's class were all sitting on the thick carpeted floor, each with their mother, reading books together, being hugged or sitting on their mother's lap. The homeroom teacher led Regina to a corner of the library. Tears welled up in Regina's eyes when she saw Kane sitting alone, his head bowe

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

I glared at Kenzie, causing him to shift uncomfortably. "...wants to cancel my admission, so please plead with him. I'm tired. I arranged those books, and now he wants me to clean his shoes." "That's nice, Uncle. Is that the parcel you wanted me to give Dad?" Kenzie collected the parcel from his uncle. "I'll be on my way now. Bye!" he said, walking towards the door. "Kenzie! Don't you dare step out! You know what I can do!" the man said angrily.

"Good taste. You put a wooden table and bookshelf which is very aesthetic, it makes you look more dignified when you sit in that chair, don't you think?" Kane smiled faintly. I put the things I brought on his neat desk. His documents were piled on the right side of the desk. The laptop is closed in the middle of the table, then there are books piled on the left side. And I love seeing the mahogany bookshelf behind Kane's desk. It was huge, almost the same width as Kane's room. Inside the bookshelf Kane kept a collection of books about business, sorted alphabetically. My finger moved to trace the titles of the books.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Kane. Tall. Lean. Black coat open over a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to show forearms corded with muscle and ink—more serpents, twisting up toward his elbows. Hair black and messy, falling over eyes so pale they looked almost silver in the morning light. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The air around him felt colder, heavier, like gravity bent toward him. Dario spoke first. Voice calm. Professional. “Kane wanted to deliver the congratulations in person.”