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He pointed to a woman in a red dress who was laughing too loudly at Sam’s joke. "That's Jessica. Model. Or actress. Or DJ. I forget which slash she's using this week." "And you?" Elion asked. "What's your slash?" "Entrepreneur," Kieran grinned. "Slash Villain. Every show needs one, right? I figure if I can't win love, I might as well win screen time." Elion looked at him. Kieran was transparent, shallow, and utterly cynical. Elion liked him immediately. "Honesty," Elion said. "How refreshing."

I stood laughing silently for the next five minutes before gathering myself. Shaking my head, I lifted myself from the wall and started to leave the backyard when a shadow fell over me. Surprised, I jerked up my head to see Keagan towering over me, face hidden by the shadows. My eyes roved over his torso, bare, left for the leather harness he buckled onto himself. His muscles rippled beneath his bronzed skin, accentuated by the fake inked patterns stretching across his chest and disappearing into the kilt that hugged his hips. The leather bracelet on his wrists seemed to emphasize the strength in his arms, while the gladiator boots added an edge to his already formidable presence.

Serenity stated, “You know, Alpha, I would never go after something that is fruitless. And you are too pretty for me to not chase.” “Pretty?” The corner of Kieran’s lips twitched. Only she would dare to attach such description to him, and oddly enough, he couldn’t do much other than expressing his dissatisfaction. Serenity extended her hand, running it through his locks, and commented, “If I were an artist, you would be my muse. I am fortunate that most people are scared of you, or else would I have gotten the chance to get so close to you?” “You make me want to snap your jaw,” Kieran threatened.

Chapter 107: Moonlight –A few hours ago– The office was quite except for the sound of the scratching of a fountain pen. Keegan Sergeyev sat behind his desk with his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the faint hint of ink stains and his dark, intricate tattoos that snaked along his forearms. His eyes were sharp and fixed on the papers in front of him, where his signatures were needed to seal shipments, alliances, and other business matters. Out of nowhere, the door opened with a gentle knock.

I tried to contain my laughs as I glanced at the direction of the table where Nina, the second year bimbos are seated with the rest of her bimbos minions, of course. “Isn't she and Aden Cullen, a thing?” Keira asked, her eyes full with anticipation. “Who? Aden?” “Yeah, Roman's freakingly hot cousin.” “Yuck, no. He did fucked her, but a thing? No, they are not.” Kat laughs a little. I shake my head as I see those smirks on Keira's face. “What?” Keira asks, as her eyes catches mine that was looking at her with my knowing look.

"You kept it." "Yes." "Why?" Kael knelt down, bringing himself to the boy's level. The motion felt natural, right. "Because it was yours. I wanted to give it back." Kieran considered this. His young face was serious, thinking. Then he pointed to the dirt. "Look. I drew you." Kael looked. In the dirt was a rough drawing of a man with a sword. The face was simple—two dots for eyes, a line for a mouth—but the eyes were drawn carefully, colored in with dark dirt to make them stand out. Blue eyes.

Keiran then glanced at Kelsey who looked nervous and then he said, "Miss Lieven, You are indeed very beautiful as my mother had said. My brother will really like you in the future." Kelsey's cheeks immediately blushed perfectly while Weylin immediately glared in surprise at his youngest sister. Keiran immediately pretended not to know Weylin's annoyed look. Leana Lieven smiled sweetly when she heard her daughter being praised by Keiran. "Thank you, Keiran," she said happily. Kelsey thought the four young men fall into two categories. She firmly believed that Weylin and Neal both had cold and scary traits while Arlen and Keiran had quite warm and very pleasant traits. She wondered why there c

Not something that looked normal. He took a breath, inhaling again despite himself. God, he hated that he liked the scent. That was when his eyes landed on the painting. A massive portrait dominated the far wall, and it was impossible to look away. Kieran stared out from the canvas like he owned whoever dared meet his gaze icy blue eyes, lips curved in the ghost of a smirk that promised trouble. He wore a tailored three-piece suit, the jacket draped across his shoulders in a way that made it look like armor. His shirt hung open just enough to reveal the ink curling across his chest: a dark flower twisting into thorns before disappearing over his shoulder.

Thea would be the first one to enter this zone. When she checked Kevin’s profile, she noticed the caption under his name and frowned. Kevin Baker is unreachable for a reason....! Thea laughed. Is he a narcissist? Or was he trying to say that he had some untouchable disease? She smiled, going through the weird pictures posted on their account. Mark had a simple DP of his side but surprisingly had more than thirty thousand followers. He indeed looks like a scholar...! Thea thought. She opened Aaron's account and saw a picture of a boy standing with his hands open near the seashore during the sunrise as if welcoming everything.

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