Kay Lertsittichai Novels & Stories

she has been calling me , I don't want to pick it up" i said " Give the phone to me" she said. " But why? I asked looking at her. " As part of the plan, trust me" she winked at me. I smiled and gave the phone to her. She picked it up and put it on speaker 📱 " Hello kel how are you doing? Kira said . " Yeah hello am fine" Kathie said. " Who are you? Kira asked. " I am Kathie, Kelvin fiancee and who are you? Kathie asked.

The woman smirked, her wrinkled eyes turned into crescents "I am your god from now on..." "....." huh? Anna stared at the middle aged woman who had a look of pride on her face. "Don't flatter yourself Dr Joon " Eve said walking up to the woman and patting her shoulder. She woman scoffed at Eve "Come on cousin, at least let me tell the truth" She said before putting all of her attention on Anna. Examining the girl's legs the woman's anger flared "They called me all the way from Korea for this?!" she said as she pointed and Anna's legs.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

He was caught off-guard, wondering how K knew about him hooking-up with almost every pretty girl around New York. Oh, wait. Clix. He realized and remembered K saw the app on his phone when he asked for her phone number at the subway station. But then, she wouldn't know still that he slept with those women aplenty. "H-how did y-" "I have access to the database," she explained, stopping him mid-sentence. "I'm a web developer for Clix. I see you, Jesse Akerman." She looked right through him, really deep within him. Holy shit.

Appeared again. Finally: I don't know, Kane. His jaw tightened. He wanted to tell her he already knew something was wrong. Instead, he typed: Please. A few seconds passed. Okay. Kane exhaled. Thank you, princess. He put the phone down. Then picked it up again. "Arlene." His secretary answered almost immediately. "Yes, Mr. Shawn?" "Move my afternoon meetings." A pause. "All of them?" "Yes." "Would you like me to reschedule them?"

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

It really runs fast around him. I open my eyes and sit up straight, I look at my laptop’s screen and see what I had accidentally typed: A s d f g h j k l / ‘ ; k j h g f d [ p u y t b r d e \ ] w

My mom says with the same beautiful fake practiced smile but it falls a little when she sees Jake and Emily. “Please tell me this girl is your bodyguard’s girlfriend.” My mom says in a friendly tone but I could hear the malice. “Mrs Williams.” “That’s not my name anymore.” My mom says rudely. What is her problem? “So can I call you ‘danika’s mother’?” Emily asks, innocently. “No. you may call me Mrs. Walts.”