Novel & Cerita Kayla Jenner

I say. “I’m Kaylee. She’s Kendra,” Kaylee says. Since one is wearing a pink shirt and one is wearing a yellow one, I make note of who is who. “Are you a strong fighter?” Kendra asks Rhett. “My Dad just started training me this summer,” he says. “How old are you?” Kaylee asks, looking appalled. “I’m four,” he says. “And he just started training you?” Kendra asks, looking outraged. “Aren’t you the Alpha heir?” Kaylee asks.

“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.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

she muttered under her breath, though a small grin tugged at her lips. Fifteen minutes later, she had changed into her black workout leggings and a fitted long-sleeved top. Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail, and she padded barefoot into the kitchen, still not ready to face Alexei just yet. She grabbed a banana from the counter and peeled it as she leaned against the marble island. Veronica passed by, raising a brow. “Fueling up before battle?” Kayla chuckled. “More like surviving another Alexei session. He’s convinced I’ve turned into Wonder Woman or something overnight.”

Jalen’s POV “Hey, there’s Kendall,” I said to Talia, nodding toward my frat brother across the room. Her eyes followed mine, scanning the crowd until they landed on the woman standing next to him. Her jaw dropped. “Fuck, Jalen. That’s Camille Eubanks. The Camille. Number one supermodel in the damn world.” I smirked. “Yeah, and Kendall’s wife. Come on, let’s say hi.” “Wait,” she hissed, yanking at her dress and fussing with her hair. “Let me fix myself. I’m not meeting a supermodel looking basic.”

“Nobody has ever denied their request. If you could even call it that.” “What do you mean?” “They don’t rape the girls,” she said. “But they don’t like taking no for an answer, either.” “They sound like a bag of dicks,” I muttered, and Kasey nodded in agreement. “Don’t ever say that out loud,” she warned. “They could hurt you for it.” I sighed and shook my head, kicking back on the bed, thinking once again of Keane Hearne. It didn’t matter how sinfully sexy he was on the outside. I wasn’t about to fall for a douchebag like that. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

Is she Jennifer? "Jenny, this is my soon-to-be wife," Alpha Killian introduced, but paused when he was about to introduce her to me. "Er..." I figured he was thinking about my name, so I offered. "Hi, I am Karla," I said to Jennifer. "Karla, this is Jennifer Cabello, my favourite cousin. She will handle all your makeup and styling starting today." "Killian, she is beautiful," Jennifer said, to my greatest surprise, and moved towards me.

Kayla interrupted, looking livid. Two months ago, when Jena was arrested for manipulating her principal’s sixteen-year-old son into stealing from his own mother, Kayla had been in Florence, attempting to hire a chef. This came after she realized that cooking—among other things—was not her forte, especially after nearly burning down Dylan’s kitchen trying to make him breakfast.

She reminded me so much of my mother—young, gentle, beautiful, and warm. It felt like I was six years old again, back when my parents were still alive and I was just a carefree pup. "Kayla is out of control!" Jasper growled, staring at his tablet and breaking the peaceful silence. "She's live-streaming... she's literally crying to her followers, saying Elena stole her life and caused her years of suffering." "It's total BS! It's not like Elena was the one who got her kidnapped—that was an accident! How does she have the nerve to pin that on her?"

she read out for Katherine to frown. “Was he engaged to anyone?” She asked her friend to nod. “To model Kayla Gabrielle. Her mother is Alex's stepmother. The witch wants the father and son around her fingers. People are saying that’s why she didn’t give birth to a child for the chairman of the McCollums.” The girl said for Katherine to scoff. “Bitches everywhere. Wait who’s that model, I do hear her name but I don’t know her” She said for her friend to check for Kayla's page on I*******m.