Keisa Khaos Novels & Stories

I hear his voice behind me and I turned around to find him with Hannah in his arms who was wearing a beautiful blue frock and a princess tiara. “Awww, look at you. You look like Elsa from Frozen.” I kissed her chubby cheeks and took her from his arms. “Thank you, Becca. You look beautiful too,” she squealed in excitement and Xavier cleared his throat trying to get some attention. “What?” “Uhhh...How do I look, ladies?” he asked and I trailed my eyes all over his sexy body which was wrapped in a three-piece black suit. I mean, it was a sin to look so fucking hot but I decided not to boost his ego.

Sex was like Dog Chow for Levi, it could literally fill and shut him up. "Where's Isaac, anyway?" K asked both of them, removing her leather jacket and throwing it on top of the outdoor chaise longue beside them. She was already feeling warm enough with Jesse's arms around her - not to mention his lips on hers, it was really sending K on fire.

Rachel knew the Chois' Miss-Nancy- was a spoilt brat who wouldn't let any lady go near her. "Hmm, Mr. Kang..." She stroked her chin as she read out the third name on the list. Mr. Kang was a thirty-seven-year-old bachelor who lived alone with his guards. He was a minister... 'Emily could be living with him.' She thought. "You are having a radio show in the next thirty minutes, we need to get going." Lucy brought her out of her thoughts. "Ah, let's go." She dropped the list on her table and stood up on her feet.

Lexi stated, and Xavier just nodded. "The second issue is that the Celestial castle itself is fucked in its own right. The king tends to like to collect anything from women to enemy soldiers and creatures. They then use those creatures to entertain the citizens of Elysium with a show of sorts, and we won't be walking out of there without being tested to make sure we're worthy of performing said mission." Xavier added, and I just looked up at him, absolutely stunned, but he just continued. "The third issue, I've met this asshole before, and not only is he a pompous prick, but he also has the habit of attempting to stick his dick in anything that moves." He looked pointedly at the three of us,

“They’re pulling our attention in every direction. The ghost at the gala. The photo. Marcus’s weapon. Now the countdown. They want us reacting instead of thinking.” Zariah swallowed. “So what are they hiding?” That was the right question. Before I could answer, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. The room went still. I answered and put it on speaker. For a second, only silence came through. Then there was breathing. Slow. Calm. Controlled. “Malik St. James.” The distorted voice filled the office. Zariah stiffened beside me. “Who is this?” I asked. A low laugh echoed through the speaker. “You’ve gotten slow, King.”