Kelly Kerang Novels & Stories

"Your brother really doesn't like me." She joined Kelly on the patio but didn't sit on the spare chair as Kelly gestured. Instead, she leaned on the wooden guardrails and folded her arms above her chest. "And I'll keep telling you he does." Kelly played the optimistic card as usual. She was fifteen too but acted twice her age. Beautiful and elegant in her ways, Kelly had a family signature pointy nose above small pink lips that barely opened unless it had a good reason to. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue like Mrs. McCarthy's and her lustrous sand-tinted hair never grew past her clavicle. Female edition of Sean she would say.

Kara asked. Kelly nodded with a playful look. "He was neglected by Danielle and didn't even get to have fun with anyone last night." "You mean, besides the giant fucking orgy," Kara said. "Well, after that." Kara giggled and kissed her again, even going so far as to deliberately suck her tongue. "Mmmm, yummy," she said. "So... what are you guys waiting two weeks for?" he asked with an amused chuckle. Kelly giggled as Kara looked down at her. "My girlfriend is trying to get pregnant," she explained, looking back at him.

I said. Kat beamed, then probed further. "And?" "Then back here for surprise number four," I said. "You're not going to tell me, are you?" Kat said. I just laughed. The conversation was easy. Kelly was charming. Not quite a decade older than Kat, probably right at my age, she was tall and slender. Her meticulous blonde hair looked like she could be ready to go onto a TV set at the drop of a hat. She wore a designer cocktail dress, ready for the evening. Her heels were tall. Her legs were slender, supple but muscular. Her prominent breasts were proudly bolted on. She was a gorgeous California girl, hands down.

This was the first proper date for them where they are free to express themselves with others around them. Clark was sweet, the other girls were jealous, that a good-looking man like him takes care of her woman as he does. He even peeled lobster shells for her like it was a natural thing to do. “By the way guys, I found the perfect place for our company outing next week. You just have to put in the work for the details.” The team was happy with how Keira is outside the office; they never imagined that she was this personable. It made them feel lucky to be able to have access to the real Keira Greene.

Stricken with fear, I dared to twirl around and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I bumped into master Kieran. I choked hard, coughing loudly as I flew away from him. My eyes began to water both from fear of being caught and choking on the grape. “You must be enjoying yourself.” He finished with a nod. Although his tone was light, his eyes were anything but cool. A shiver ran through me when I dared to meet his eyes. Never have I seen a soul as empty as his. He looked so cold and defiant, like he had nothing to lose and only now, did I confirm the few rumors of some slaves that had been unfortunate enough to cross him.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

And then there's the make-up sex, which was always so hot. The last time they fought again was Halloween night, they had a little disagreement about K's super sexy Cat Woman costume. It was a super tight and skin-fit leather suit. She didn't show much skin, though her cleavage was really popping out. And the shape of her perfect little ass was really visible for everyone to see, which didn't exactly make Jesse happy.

When they are about to leave, they heard a soft female voice from the other table. “Charles, you’re also here.” That was Kelly. She just came when she saw Charles. Her eyes lit up in excitement. Kelly looks so gorgeous in her simple pink dress matched with her colorful accessories. It emphasized her glowing skin and sexy body that looked refreshing to the eyes. Kelly Young is a famous supermodel at her age of 26. She's the only daughter of John Young. Her father owns the largest real estate business in the country.

When he gets in next to me, he reaches for a pair of black sunglasses, starts the car, and we are off. “Fang isn’t far from here. It’s one of the strip/BDSM clubs I’ve given to Kon to manage. The one I took you to the other day is called The Slip, and it’s the one Vanya manages. The first set of murders happened to her girls,” Kai tells me as we drive. He wasn’t lying; the club was literally up the road from us. I gasp at the sight in front of me. “Wait, isn’t this called Billionaire’s Row?” I ask with wide eyes and gaze up at the skyline dominated by large, towering buildings.