Kane Chronicles Walt Novels & Stories

I’m glad he was able to do so because it would’ve taken longer with Eric having to go back and forth between me and Jamira. I hate we weren’t as close as I imagined us to be. I just knew we’d get to go out for brunch, get our nails done, or just walk around the park sometimes. “Alright Kacie you’re all loaded up. Let’s go,” Walt said closing the gate of his flatbed.” I said my final goodbyes and got in. The ride to Walt’s was mostly quiet except for the radio. Suddenly he broke the silence. “So when are you gonna tell him?”

Wane addressed her "Good day Alpha…." I watch as Wane rubs his forehead tiredly "Mrs. Johnson, this is my wife, Rose" "Ohh…beautiful, welcome" The elderly woman smiled at me "Thanks" I muttered bowing a little "Excuse me my Alpha, what would you like for lunch?" She elderly woman asked, Wane looked at me with raised eyebrows "Anything….." I stuttered "Alright dear," Mrs. Johnson smiled and walked off, Wane started climbing stairs while I followed behind

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

I’ve never been one for layers of foundation or blinding highlighter. It always made me feel like I was on a stage I didn’t audition for. I didn’t need to be a spectacle...I just needed to be seen enough. Y'know, precision over parade. Anna, Kane’s assistant, led the way through the long corridor, her voice flat and factual as she rattled off the rest of the day’s schedule. I wasn’t really listening—something about walking exactly seven seconds behind Kane, nodding at specific board members, avoiding eye contact with a certain cousin who apparently bites with his eyes.

I wrapped the blue ribbon around my wrist. I looked for someone in the crowd and saw Mr. Kane comfortably sits under the tree with Luke. Is he not going to join the game? Yeah, right. He's not the type of person who likes socializing with ordinary people. I bet he's frowning behind those expensive sunglasses. “He's obviously unapproachable.” I was about to divert my attention but a blond-haired woman sat beside him. “Or not.” The vice president of Kane Group, Ms. Kelly Mertz. She looks good as always, compared to a heiress like me. It doesn't suit me at all.

Her tight black pencil skirt had ridden high on her thick thighs, and her white blouse was half-untucked, one button already popped open from earlier chaos. Kane stepped closer. Forty-four, tall and broad, silver streaks in his dark hair, always in perfect suits. Mr. Vale followed, forty-two, muscular with a shaved jaw and eyes that could pin you in place. “You’ve had three weeks to get this organized,” Kane said, voice low and strict. “And it still looks like a hurricane hit it.” “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered, cheeks burning. “I’ll fix it right now.” Vale’s hand suddenly pressed on her lower back, keeping her bent over the desk. “Too late for sorry, little mess. Power’s out. We’re not goi

Kane Winters, Shadowmere's Alpha, wasn’t who I figured he’d be. We were driving to his territory on winding mountain roads in the back of his SUV, and I was rethinking everything I thought I knew about rival pack leaders. Nathaniel was all about sharp edges and barely controlled power, but Kane had this quiet, dangerous vibe.

“Of course, pumpkin. But this is just a prelude. And I need your help for the next act. We’re going to tear his image to shreds, so thoroughly that he’ll have no choice but to watch as the world he built crumbles around him.” “I heard he has two mates,” she said, eyes narrowed with a sort of gleeful malice. “And he’s confused on who to choose. Can you believe that? He’s relying on his people to help him decide. My pity goes to Selena. She’s fought for Kane’s favor for years, boasting about how sure she was he’d pick her.” I couldn’t help it—a snort escaped me, followed by a chuckle that grew into a full, unrestrained laugh. The irony was almost too rich to bear. The great Alpha Kane, torn be

My heart was already beating faster than it should. I opened it a crack. Mr. Kane stood there. Tall. Broad shoulders. Gray at the temples. That same hard look he wore in every meeting. The one that made junior staff stutter. He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand. No glass. Just the bottle. “Miss Hale,” he said. His voice was low and steady. “You going to leave me out here?” I swallowed. “Sir… it’s late.” “I know what time it is.” He didn’t move. “Are you going to open the door or keep me standing in the cold?”

“And if you do, he wins twice. Once by making you look volatile on schedule, and again by making me look like the person who can’t keep you steady.” The accuracy of it made me want to break something that wouldn’t create a story. I dragged a hand through my hair and looked away, across the quad where ordinary students lived ordinary hours without their relationship being turned into a cautionary tale by a bored man with old access. “I hate this version,” I said. “I hate it too.” Nathan’s voice stayed low. “We’re still not feeding it.” Kane met us at the apartment within the hour, laptop already open, face set in the expression he used for problems that could not be body-checked. He spun the