Kayla Ann Xoxo Novels & Stories

Justin’s POV Sitting beside Kayla on that tiny balcony, the taste of her still lingering on my lips, I felt the world shift. Lila’s teasing laugh was a rare lightness, a reminder of family amidst the storm. The X post stung like a fresh bruise, but Kayla’s warmth, her strength, was worth any scandal. Lila walking in was a wake-up call—lock the door, protect what we have. From that charity auction where I first saw her, all curves and defiance in a room full of suits, to this Montclair moment, she was my home. Xiamond’s AI branding campaign—a social media app using machine learning—was long over, irrelevant next to Kayla’s fire, from our first meeting to now at 24. The media could scream, X c

He grabbed Kaylee on the waist and kissed her. Kaylee broke the kiss abruptly. She pushed him aside and barged into the house, dropping on the couch with frustration all over her face. "My-o-my, what's gotten into you princess?, what's with the aggression tonight huh?", Xander asked as he went to meet her on the couch. "Kelly has another boyfriend", Mia blurted. "O-kayy?, oh so the little bitch found another niggur to be eating up her coochie huh?, that's great", Xander said unaffectedly, he brought out a ciggerate and lighted it.

He dismisses her. "Rex, I am Kayla Angelo, the daughter of Hannah and Marcelo Angelo." Rex rolled down his window to look at her. Kayla turns her head to look at him expecting some kind of warm greeting but Rex had a bored look. "Look here young miss, I have heard enough of this relative crap in years, and if you know what’s good for you, you will get into your fancy car and get the hell out of my sight because if I lose it out here no one’s going to like the end." Rex warns.

The axolotl jumped to her shoulder that made her wince. Malaika sighed. “So, you’re real, and you’re talking to me!” “Indeed, call me Xoxo. I’ll help you survive this harsh winter.” “O-okay.” “First, prepare for a hunt.”

Anna looked down at the phone he offered. Slowly, she took it and put in her civilian number. Only Rica and some of her classmates had her number. She wrote only her first name as the contact before returning it. “Anna…” Her name rolled on his tongue smoothly, his eyes already on her when she raised her head. “You can call me Kael—only my loved ones and my anti-fans can call me that.” Her eyes squinted at his blinding smirk, ignoring her heart hammering thunderously loud within her.

Allen asked. My heart fell. I didn't want to think about this again. Tate sensed my discomfort and placed a kiss on my hand tenderly. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and become the stone cold woman I was when Tate picked me up from Greenwood. There's no time for me to be emotional. "Kai is my uncle." Layton and Allen gaped, their mouths opening and closing like fish. I know what's running through their minds. How? Why? Is she for real?

“Then stop treating me like—” “Not now.” The edge in my voice cut through whatever she was about to say. Good. We didn’t have time for this. The woman stopped a few feet from the gate. Close enough to speak. Far enough to stay safe. Smart. “Alpha Kael,” she said. Not a question. A statement. I didn’t react. “You have the advantage of me,” I replied. “State your name.” She smiled slightly. “Dr. Elara Voss.” Human.

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

The moment Jaxon stepped outside the café to take his phone call, Brielle felt the shift in the air. A shadow… then the unmistakable click of heels. She didn’t even have to look up. Kayla. Willow Creek’s queen of entitlement. High school’s reigning drama magnet. And the girl who’d had a very public, very obsessive crush on Jaxon Reed. Kayla stopped right in front of Brielle’s table, arms crossed, blonde hair expertly curled as if she’d been waiting years for this exact confrontation.