Kardashian Stories Novels & Stories

Before I can respond, he holds out his phone. On the cracked screen: me. Kade. Venom. Our kiss. Frozen in time, shared thousands of times, dissected by strangers. My vision tunnels. "Hey...." Chase starts, but I snatch the phone. My hands shake as I scroll. Headlines blur together: 'Kingston's Secret Girlfriend Revealed.' 'From Soccer Star to Janitor's Kiss.' 'Is This Who Kade Kingston Fell For?' The comments are worse. Some mocking. Some cruel. Some disgusting.

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”