Keith X Lance Novels & Stories

Martha said that out of curiosity. "Seb? I haven't heard of that name before. Who is he?" Beth curiously asked. She was just thirteen years old back then so she won't remember. "Kyle Sebastian, Seb for short, is the only son of the former right-hand of Senior Enrico. He was their scholar." "What happened to him? How about his family? Where are they now?" Beth asked out of confusion and curiosity. After hearing his name, the smile on my lips faded and turned into a frown. I became speechless for a moment and I don't know what to think. After almost ten years of not hearing any news from him, hearing his name now brought chills into my system.

“And tell your slut of a mistress that I’m never leaving Lancelin. I love him and her stupid little games aren’t enough to separate us.” “You don’t get it, do you?” Keith shook his head. “What if I tell you Lancelin’s life might be in danger?” “Then tell her that Lancelin Eustein is more than capable of taking care of himself and the woman he loves.” All heads turned towards the open door to my apartment to find Lance standing there with his arms folded across his chest. Keith visibly paled upon seeing him and before any of us could say anything, he beelined for the door and was out of our reach within seconds, bounding down the stairs like a madman.

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."

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.

He meet Joyce a few times at the conglomerate and she was selected by his mother and Ashley has been with Lindsey at Lindsey's events now Dior events. "I selected a few new workers at Warris since the wine competition is fast approaching and we are running sort of workers as a result of the last pandemic, they would be resuming today and they would really assist you well," Keith said. "Thanks, that's so thoughtful of you," Lindsey said Keith turned to leave but Lindsey stopped him. "No goodbye kisses," Lindsey blurted. If it was just them, she wouldn't mind but with Ashley and Joyce, she knew that one of them would be reporting her activities to Georgina. Keith gave him a stare enough to ki

"This is Kalyssa Carran of the Diamond Pack. She is Xander and Elias's Mate." A broad smile spread across his face. "Kalyssa! Of course!" Lance said, crossing the room to me. "I'm Lance Steel, head of the North Coven. It's a pleasure to meet you." He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. "The pleasure is all mine," I replied, already intrigued by this man. "It's so good of you to come," he said, then his smile faded. "Did Xander and Elias come with you?" I nodded. "Yes, they did, as a matter of fact."

Keith shivered slightly at the weight of Mason’s glare. “Where did you find her?” Mason turned towards Peter who is now sweating. “You had to know something before I tell you this,” “What?” Mason sipped on his wine. “I am a gang leader,” Silence. Peter lifted his face to look at his brother’s face and gulped. He feared the intimidation that his brother held within him. “What about you?” Mason asked Keith. “Yes, and my true name is not Kyle Johnson. I am Keith Grey,” Keith answered, hating the feeling of his skin crawling.

Keith was a 31-year-old actor and singer, whose partner was Kiley Ryder, 3 years old. Hank Larsen was a 22-year-old trainee of a boy band, whose partner was Lacey, 8 years old. "Hank? How could you babysit a child? You are still like a child!" "He is just fine. At least, he is with Lacey. Look at Keith. He is with a 3-year-old child who is possibly not weaned!" "Is it because he is the oldest?" "I'm curious about what will happen to Shaylee and Stein. There must be lots of interesting things."

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

“Oh, god! That’s us?!!” “WHAT THE HECK?!” Keith roared as he grabbed one of the drawings. “Who is this ugly man?!” He angrily shredded the paper to tiny pieces, clearly displeased with the depiction of him. “That’s actually really look quite like you,” Xion tried not to laugh.