Kaylee Edwards Novels & Stories

Hearing the commotion our fathers appeared standing in the doorway to the library with Elder Johnathan at their side. “Are you going to tell them or arm I!” Everyone present could taste the venom in the air as Layla bought Kaylee’s face closer to hers, her grip on her neck tightening. I expected Kaylee to flinch but nothing. There was no look of fear on her at all. “Tell them what? I don’t know what you’re talking about your crazy bitch!” Snarling Layla’s claws extended piercing into Kaylee’s flesh. “She isn’t your mate Kai she’s the daughter of Hades! She’s Cleo’s half-sister.” Turning to look my brother in the eye I could see his wolf stirring.

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.

If it was something in relation to international warfare, I would've seen it one the news, or someone in the squad would've called. Henderson made himself comfortable before removing a folder from his briefcase. The cover read 'Classified', only heightening my curiosity. Opening the folder, I'm greeted with a picture of a woman. Brown hair, green eyes, extremely beautiful; she didn't look like a terrorist or criminal. Looking further into her file, I read her background information, picking out the most important details. Name: Khloe Anderson. Age: 22 Country: United States of America Mother: Catherine Anderson

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.

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.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. "Don’t check it," Sebastian teased. "I’ve been practically dead for a year," I muttered, reaching for it. "I miss the internet." He rolled his eyes, pulling me back against his chest as I scrolled through the screen. The headline stole my breath. "Supermodel Kaylee has passed away this morning after months of fighting for her life. Business tycoon Phillip Morris remains in a vegetative state. Investigations have revealed a massive corruption network tied to Natasha King, who is now in prison awaiting trial, thanks to evidence from an unknown source."

"calm down tiger! nothing much just now I know that you are Arianne Alessandra Miller. Born on August 17 and your 16. You are the editor in chief of your school journal. You're a candidate for being your batch valedictorian. That makes you nerdy much huh? No boyfriend since birth. And you love to eat, that I know already, although you're not fond of exercise or any other strenuous activity." "whoa stalker much? and to whom do I have to show my gratittude for giving my personal information to you?" "don't worry that much baby, you're all good! so why you're still awake now?" Jace said ignoring her question about his source. "I don't have school tomorrow!" "lucky you! unlike us." "you don't se