Keith Kogane Novels & Stories

As I inhaled, a single thought echoed in my mind: everything had to end. “You know you need to cooperate with the procedures right? My men would need your blood from time to time to be experimented on so prepare yourself” he continued, watching the same thing I am looking at—the Cliff where Nicholas was still standing, looking at us. "Keith," I said, my voice cold, "Your main hideout, still in Japan?" He chuckled, taking another drag, "Indeed it is. I stayed there because that’s the only place you can't hack into" I nodded, letting out another puff of smoke, “It's because I don't know the four last numbers”

Tony chuckled, pride shining in his eyes. "Mr. Keith has dual post-doctoral degrees from Stanford and is fluent in French, Japanese, Korean, German, Italian, Arabic, and many other languages. He was also a professional boxer, proficient in judo, Muay Thai, and mixed martial arts. He even won shooting awards." Shirley was floored. Was that really Keith that Tony was talking about? Was he really that amazing? "Mr. Keith has no other romantic experiences except for one in the past," Tony added. "He really does want to treat you well, Madam."

In, out, gag. In, out, breathe. In, out, groan. In, out, choke. Shane’s thrusts sped up, his pelvis slammed into my nose, his heady scent driving me insane. Saliva dribbled from my chin as he stared down at me. I didn’t care. I stared past my lashes up at him, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His lips parted, and I was needy, so fucking needy for his praise. “You’re the grim reaper here to claim my soul. Unfortunately, there’s nothing left for you to claim,” Shane grunted.

“Yeah. You’ve still got a job. Come on. Let’s get it right before Dave has an aneurysm.” Ian giggled. An outright giggle. “He’s like an old mother hen, isn’t he?” “Ladies, have you kissed and made up?” Cade rolled his eyes at Keith’s bellow from the doorway. Their drummer had two volumes: outdoor and stadium. He turned to see Keith shoveling chips into his mouth. “Jeez, are you still eating?” “Yup.” Keith belched out the word for emphasis.

The guard's voice drifted into my ears making me remove my hands from my eyes to see who he was talking to. "Huh?" I froze seeing the figure in my front, it was Alpha Kyle, the last person I had expected to be here. Was he here to make things hard for me again? I just couldn't understand what was going on and could only stare blankly. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Kyle growled as he stared at me. "Kneel!" Immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me forcing me to my knees. Even though he was staring directly at me, I didn't dare to look straight into his eyes. I knew I might be whipped again if I did that. So to prevent such from happening, I had to avoid looking

Keith turned, his expression sharpening as he followed my gaze, and we danced a few steps closer to Gregory. “I see him,” Keith said, his tone edged with disdain. “But that man’s name isn’t Gregory Olsen. It’s Geoffrey Olsen. How Ronon could be so careless as to allow a stranger into his domain without knowing who he truly was… it’s beyond me. I’m sorry, Lyra, but your mates were fools.”

I tell them that it needs to be someone they trust but not her. “They need to not know who is looking into people in the office. So come up with a different person.” I tell them. “What about Kelsy?” Alek asks. “Who is Kelsy?” Kylynn asks. “She is a girl that we have known since the four of us were in grade school. She and her wife Leena are actually Lance’s and mine, plus one for the gala. Kelsy is beyond amazing when it comes to hacking and computers. She is self-taught but also went to school for all of that type of shit. If she can’t dig up something, then no one can. She actually runs a business where companies call her, and they give her permission to try and hack into their sy

I grabbed a sword I had been working on yesterday and placed it in the forge while prepping my station. "It's a shame you are leaving kid, really enjoyed having the company. You also make a mean sword, such talent we lack around here." Keith spoke. He always was able to pick up someone before they even knew he was around. He was Fae, so I imagined it was some form of magic, but sometimes I wondered if he had sight like I did. Hearing someone walk around was almost impossible between all the smashing of metal and the roaring of flames. "I'll make sure to come by once and a while to keep you on your toes." I laughed as I turned my sword over.

Keith is a very respectful man and even though he’s an affluent man, he talks respectfully to everyone no matter what class they are in society. He has decided to invite Dr. Stan on this trip to Amberland because he’s one of the best Psychologists in America and he had helped him, his mum, and his aunt after the demise of his dad, his Uncle Joey Jacobson, and Ariella Jacobson who are Aunt Kimberly’s husband and daughter.

She sat down like a queen reclaiming her throne, then looked up at me with a lazy smile. “Well,” she began, “that was how I managed to take Keith…..It was easy, you know. No one knew he existed. Not the press. Not the board. Not even the staff beyond a few maids. Still, I had to make it convincing, so I staged a burial. It’s funny,” she chuckled softly, her lips curving just slightly, “Kyle visits the urn every year. Some random person’s ashes. He sits there for hours like it means something.” She smiled again. A real one this time. Warm. Almost proud.