Keith Comic Novels & Stories

I wait for him to tell me whatever it is that he’s found, feeling my toes nearly wiggle as I can’t imagine the outcome. But Keith doesn’t voice any of his thoughts, he just stays quiet as I watch him, seeing as he suddenly chugs the rest of his coffee before placing the mug back on the counter. “Thank you for the refreshments,” he says as he steps away. “But I should probably go.” And before I can properly comprehend his words or actions, Keith is gone. But when I hear the door close and notice his heat fading, his scent drifting away - I hear a voice deep within me whisper.

Tabitha's first impulse want to slam the door and protect herself from being more embarrassed, but the guest looked straight into her wide brown eyes and he said casually, "You still know me, Tabitha? I'm Keith. Keith Jackson." The man's question made Tabitha feel like she had been punched in her stomach and lost her senses. She was stunned for a moment before leaning to the door frame. She exhaled a breath had been unconsciously holding since she opened the door and look the guy standing in front of her. Since Tabitha didn't answer or show any sign of letting him in, Keith said mockingly. "I'm not used to attacking young women, Miss Carter, and although I live in the forest more, I'm still

I still love my life, if he wants to save his life with the angel of death later when he's not carrying me. "We've reached the Princess," Keith said as he reached out his hand, Offering help because my tiny body is a little difficult to get off Keith's big bike. "Thanks for my driver," I said, Keith chuckling. Take it easy, Keith wouldn't be mad if I called him my driver. "You're right, ma'am," he replied, to which I laughed. "Then I'll go home first, ma'am," Keith said still jokingly. Keith if with me does like to suddenly out the soul of the comedian. But if at school it suddenly becomes a living ice cube.

Keith said without a pause, and if only looks can kill. “His girl? You mean, Lianne noona?” Wyatt ask with a puzzled look as he looks between me and Keith asking for an answer. “No. Not Lianne noona.” “Ahhh. Anyway, did you know that L-” and I cut him off as I hear my phone ringing. “I’ll just take this call.” I said and leave the room. “Hello? What?” ************************************************************************************************************* KEITH POV Hi. I’m Keith Francisco, and I am the cutest guy among us friends. They always say that I am nosy that I always meddle with their business, but in reality I am just trying to help them resolve their issues. Tch.

I warned, yet he held me back and asked the same question. He continued the exact action, to a point, I nudged him away, in a fit of rage "I told you to leave me alone right". (Angered) "Why!! Why should I?". (Keith inquired but continued talking, after reading the expression on my face). He says, "perhaps, are you angry because of what happened to David?, Do you feel sad about that?". Keith had no atom of emotion as to what happened, nothing apart of having a devious sense of accomplishment for killing his entire family out of wealth.

“Keith is a character. If you didn’t like him, you’d probably call him weird, or worse.” “How do you mean?” “He’s extremely talented, without a doubt. Probably the only one on this show who’s really going places. He’s got a great imagination, a terrific ear for dialogue, and he can whip up on-site rewrites as fast as anyone I’ve ever worked with. Any one of those qualities would put him in demand, and he’s got all three.” “No offense, Stan, but why’s he here then?”

“I’ve heard of this person… Was he not a useless apprentice? How could he, of all people, manage to get so friendly with someone like Edgar?” Keith wondered with a growl. “I’m not sure about that, though I am very sure of the close friendship the two share!” Theobold said with unearned confidence, caring not for the angry stare Bentley was giving him. “Zephyr Khan…” Keith spat through gritted teeth. “He is… something else!” Keith cursed as a darkness loomed over his eyes…

We sat in silence for sometime, eating our own food. "Keith, how old are you?" He raised his eyebrows at my random question. "Just turned thirty seven about twenty day ago." "What?!" "Yeah. It was my birthday...on fifteenth August." "You didn't tell me?!" "Well, I didn't exactly wanted to go around telling everyone it was my birthday." "But still, you could've told me! How dare you not tell me. Gosh, and I thought we were friends." Keith snorted. "Some friend you are. Couldn't you have found out? After all you are the great Juliet Jenson. You never asked me either."

“They sneaked in the dungeon right before you arrived. The chieftain posted warriors at the gate. He is waiting for you to start questioning Ember.” Keith shuddered as he recalls goosebumps on his arms watching the mystic warriors appear one after the other in this darkened underground. Though they are known to be the protectors of the land, he cannot help the cold feeling that creeps on his back whenever he meets one. Wulfric smirked noticing Keith’s shiver. “Do you remember the first time you met- “ “I would really appreciate it if you would never mention that humiliating part of my life.” Keith did not let him finish and cut his remaining words.

Who knew all those hard work will disappear in a snap? I walked down on the staircase, Matteo right in front of me. His right-hand man greeted him with a bow, showing respect. "How was everything while I'm gone, Keith?" Matteo asked the man, My eyes widened. Keith? Do you mean Keith Cooper? The Keith who was Matt and I's friend in high school? I glanced unto him to get a better look. The last time I have seen him was graduation day from high school so I am hardly familiar with what he looks like now. He removed his sunglasses and cleared his throat. My head unconsciously nodded with my mouth open in realization. It is him. "We have successfully handled the issues with the Romanos. Everything