Keira Lewis Booktok Novels & Stories

"The problem with that is, how will you turn me withing a couple of minutes? When your not allowed on to cove grounds?" "Shit I didn't think of that." We spent the rest of the night trying to think of something that would get him into the covens ground to change me before I actually died, but we couldn't think of anything. When I met Keira she was lovely and I could tell she had a fighters personality. I could also see how much she was in love with Arizer. I spoke to Reid about her and he said "Well do you think she will help me get onto the grounds."

“Kael is an Alpha, and we’ve heard the rumours. The white hair.” I swallow thickly. “What are you saying, Esme?” “I’m saying he needs his hair to remain white, Eira. And yours too.” With a sigh, she walks over to one of her cupboards and returns with a thick brown leather book, strings of twine wrapped around it. When she slaps and blows on it, I choke on the dust, my eyes watering. I look over at Kael who fell asleep after playing with Asha and Hana. “From all you’ve told me, you said you never experienced the things he’s experiencing. But that’s because your hair wasn’t tampered with.” She opens the book and a roach crawls out.

He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests. A moment later, she occupied Declan's vacant seat and stretched out a hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Jones." She said it and paused for a bit, probably waiting for me to recognize the last name. I smirked internally, happy that the name didn't ring any bells. Leah one, Cassandra zero. I eyed the hand, but took it anyway, wanting to scope out the enemy. "I'm Leah Garcia." "Oh, so you're the writer," she said, like it was a bad thing. She might've as well said, 'oh so you're the low-life'.

“And now, Keira, we have moved on to the beginning of our conversation, when I said that I have a small task for you. The woman smiled mischievously and asked: — What, my Oer Dakhar? “Take her to the rest of the eschs, let her get used to the idea that she is now my slave, who has no rights. Bowing her head in a half bow, she dutifully replied: “I obey, my Oher,” and then, looking at me, she said with contempt in her voice: “Let’s go, eskha.” Keira turned around with a satisfied smirk and headed out of Oher's Throne Room without waiting for me to follow her.

The door burst open, and Trayce and Keira walked in. Keira was wearing tight leather pants with a red cropped top that barely covered her breasts. She has a great body, and we had a lot of fun together, but I didn't feel a certain jolt of electricity running through my veins when I kissed her as I did with Lily. Keira saw me, and her eyes lit up. "Jacob! I haven't seen much of you lately," she whispered in my ear with that sexy low voice of hers.

Not that I bothered too much, Lewis was keeping the kings information and orders to himself and for that I was silently grateful. Dancing was really becoming easier, every single time I'd practice with Lewis I'd get just a little bit better. I'd become a lot more fluent with my moves, and I'd even received a very small amount of praise from the queen herself, I was shocked to say the least. I was currently in the library, Lewis had just stepped out leaving me with a palace guard whose name I did not know. I was sat, on the comfortable sofa with an extremely thick, leather bound book written by the very first king of the lycanthrope. His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11

Atlas nodded. "So presuming the people who wrote The Lost Ones actually knew what they were talking about, then it would stand to reason that not only is Kiema the shit with her fiery female self, but we're the extra shit because she's a fucking Prime-direct. If she graduates to full Prime, then the notes you've been taking on all of us, Atty, will be more important than ever as we move into the future." "You have a book cataloguing the journey of shifters?" I asked.

“You don’t have to be anyone but who you are, Marcus.” He squeezed her hand. “Emma’s waiting for her story.” Emma was already in bed, her hair damp and curly, her dinosaur pajamas covered in stegosauruses. She handed Keira a book. “This one, please.” It was The Tiger Who Came to Tea. Keira sat on the edge of the bed, opened the book, and began to read. Emma snuggled close, her head on Keira’s lap. By the time she reached the last page, Emma’s eyes were closed, her breathing even.

Before then, she was just like most of the kids in her small neighborhood, Witherthrow, with no hope for a brighter future. "Back so early." Elvira, one of her suitemates, pointed out to her, seated on the end of the brown sofa in the general living area, her head glued to the book she was reading. Keira could tell the girl was sarcastic, but she picked no offense. "Yeah. Professor Higgins took way longer in his quiz and now, I've to pay the price." She replied to Elvira with haste, dashing into her room to get her stuff prepared, before going to run herself a quick shower.

As I stalked to the living room, I caught sight of Lewis, and the moment he laid eyes on me, he got on his feet. “Good day Ma’am,” he greeted. “Well, hello to you too,” I smiled, taking a seat in front of him. From the way he fidgeted with his fingers, I could tell he was nervous—shocked I may say, because I had never invited him to my mansion before. “Relax, Lewis. You’re not in trouble,” I said, pouring myself a cup of tea, and doing the same for him. “What do you know about Kiera?” He almost spat out the tea on hearing my question.