Kelly Jo's Suitcase Novels & Stories

Not that I’m some sappy romantic or anything, I just haven’t had the time to date around or pursue other options. If I do choose my own mate eventually, Kelly could be an acceptable option. She’s cute, with a round face, button nose, and platinum blonde hair that she’s added light pink streaks to. She’s sweet, a little fiery, and she’s got a great pair of tits. I could do worse. “How’s training camp going?” Kelly asks, sidling up between Theo and I and setting a bottle of beer in front of each of us. She slides beers across the table to Reid, Jax, and Brock.

Finally when she was out Joel and I sneaked into her house and waited. “Joel let’s see what we can find in her room while waiting” I commented to him. And going upstairs we started looking for her room. Inside I found that she had two vibrators, a set of cuffs, her personal diary and some super sexy outfits. “Dude I just got an idea, find me a suitcase we are going to make it look like she ran away”

Kelly said, leaving the two and heading to the sea. “She’s going to play by the sea, isn’t she.” Sister Song said, looking at Kelly’s back. “Yep,” Susan said without batting an eye as she watched Kelly leave them. Jill came running out of her home and looked a bit peaked. Looked at everyone still doing their own things as the Phoenix women worked on their chores to maintain the small town. “What is this?” Jill came up to Tabitha and Tabby, holding up her breasts in her tight clothing to show it off.

Elijah told me as he opened my beer for me and handed it to me, "so one gulp and you'll be seeing colours that don't even exist." I saw Elijah take one from Stanley before opening it, "where's this Kelly? I want to get ther-" Stanley immediately kept quiet, his eyes looking to the entrance doors, "well, she's here, alright." I saw Elijah also looking at the door with an unreadable expression and I turned too, wondering what it was that they saw. My jaw almost hit the floor as I looked at my best friend Kelly standing in the middle of the aisle with a nervous smile on her face, a black body con short dress that reached midthigh was what she was wearing along with a pair of red thigh high heel

Stay safe friends. Kellisa Kelly

I was pretty sure that she wasn't talking about Riki, who had already fall asleep, and she definitely didn't mean my Amazons. "I don't have a personal assistant," I responded. "Then who was the girl who delivered your luggage?" Kelly's gaze grew intense. "Where is Cáel's luggage?" Rachel popped up. Matilda tapped her bodyguard and he led Rachel to the hatch down to the luggage compartment. Sure enough, there was my suitcase, travel bag and dress bag (for my suits). No bombs or tracking devices that they could discover.

Just shared breath. Across the room, Ren lifted her small recorder, the kind with a single glinting red light. She captured the loop from afar: Kai’s soft footsteps echoing against the wooden floor, the subtle rustle of cloth, the pause of a quiet inhale, and then a longer, fuller exhale. When she played it back, it sounded like the room itself had sighed. She titled the loop: When They Let It Go Without Explaining. Hours later, Jo arrived. Her hair was wind-tossed, and she carried her sketchbook pressed to her chest. She found the pouch in the bowl, untied the spiral thread, and traced the drawing inside with her fingertip. A ripple stirred in her chest. Not recognition, exactly.

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

“It’ll hold more than you can believe and we’re not short of big, burly guys to help you pack up your life and set it down again elsewhere.” Jo smiled and contemplated how Cowboy would react if he and a bunch of MC members showed up at her trailer to move her life – and discovered that it all fit in one battered suitcase. Like literally. One damn suitcase thrown in her car’s tiny backseat, and she was good to go. It occurred to her yet again how pathetic that was, then remembered that she was on her way back up. “The club has a cage too,” Scars said. “A – cage?” Jo repeated. “Like – with bars and for animals?”

Jo comes running down the stairs and jumps into Halsey outstretched arms. “Jo!” Halsey squeals. “Ready to go?” “Mhhm!” Jo nods. “Look at everything I packed!” Jo takes Halsey’s hand and leads her to a couch. She unzips her backpack to show the things she packed by herself. “Here are candies!” Jo exclaims. “And cola. Then these are my dollies, my laser beam, my flute, and-” “This isn’t right,” Halsey frowns. “Where’s sunscreen? And spare clothes? Slippers?”