Kaylee Edwards Novels & Stories

Our engagement was real, a promise forged through storms. That night, I checked X, curiosity winning. A new TMZ clip played: “Kayla Reed’s journey—from Greenwich waitress to Met Gala star to Justin Drake’s fiancée. Is this the ultimate love story?” X posts leaned kinder: “Kayla’s ring is fire. She’s living the dream.” I smiled, my doubts quieter, my body warm against Justin’s. The truth was out, and I was engaged to the man I loved, ready to face whatever came next.

It was the woman in my apartment, in my kitchen, preparing dinner that had me going out of my mind. I chuckled, remembering the feisty woman who is somewhere in this apartment. Thankfully, it hadn't taken a lot of convincing to get her to agree to stay over at my penthouse suite. I knew she wanted her freedom, but there is a possible mafia organization coming after her. Her dad could take care of himself, and I know for certain that the General's wife and sons are being protected. Khloe however, needed someone to look after her. Her dad wasn't pleased finding out about Jay Philip and Damon Diaz earlier on. And frankly, I didn't blame him. Even I didn't know what to expect and when exactly.

Another 30 minutes passed, and Kaylee still hadn't returned. It was already past the latest time she would normally come home. I tried calling her, but I couldn't get through at all. Just as I was beginning to worry that something might have happened to her, she sent a message. "I'm in a meeting at the office. I'll head back a bit later!" As I read it, my heart sank. Winter had already uploaded a video to social media of herself relaxing at home and watching TV—so how could Kaylee still be in a meeting at work?

Sarah wasn't so close with her due to how dramatic she can be. Kaylee doesn't talk to her because their energy doesn't match and Kaylee hates that she is Kaylen’s girlfriend. Kaylee isn't on the cheerleading team, she decided not to join because she hates it. Also, she hated the attention that comes with it. Instead, she takes music classes. Also, she is known for being a fashionista, outside school life, Kaylee is a model. She always designed dresses and it made her famous, that was the only fame she was comfortable with.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Eric Edwards is her twin brother; he is a notorious playboy, and you would find his picture on the cover page of every magazine with a new girl every week. All of them love her still to the moon and back. Even though she is nineteen, they still treat her like a baby. Her mom Hailey Edwards is the sweetest person in this world. She works with different social organizations for the kids that get bullied and help them to become a better person. I love what she does and want to be like her someday.

But still, a part of me wondered where she had been all this time. My phone pinged again, dragging me out of my thoughts. This time it was a text from Kaylor. Her message read: Found her, followed by a link. I tapped on it and after a few seconds of my screen loading, it opened to what looked like Kimberly’s Instargram profile. Her bio read: Kimberly Wright. University of Everon, 2024. Writer/Reporter @thedailywhisper.

In his hand he carried two peaces of cloth rolled in seal and in my assumption, the clothes carried the royal letter to the Lyle family. "You're welcome Mister?" Puzzled Edward greeting the gentleman. "Sir. Gaylord Walton. You can call me Mr. Walton." He gently spoke picking up a chair from the table. "You're welcome to the Lyle villa Mr. Walton. What's for us from the king?" "King joseph Duskwick III." He stated proceeding. "Sends his condolences to the Lyle heiress Miss Tara marinda Lyle for her loss. He also continues to say that he had a good friend in the late Mr. Flynn Lyle. With him he had trusted the finding of his only heir and daughter Princess Willette Duskwick I the duchess of Ek

It contained a single candid photo of a woman in a white dress pulling a suitcase through the airport Along with it was a short note: "Do you know her? Her name is Kaylee White. She’s Keith Walton’s first love." "Keith never treated Kaylee the way he treated other women. She’s back now…" "Do you really think you can hold on to him?" … Honestly, this kind of childish provocation felt like something straight out of an elementary school playground. It wasn’t even worth a second of my time.