Kelsey Holmes Novels & Stories

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.

"Dinner's ready, babe." Jesse hollered enthusiastically, opening the door to his small walk-in closet. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he saw K, standing and looking at herself in front of the full-length mirror, wearing a white dress. The white dress.

I took a second to add Bryce's name back to my phone. That way I would at least know it was him. Then with my head pounding and a lump in my throat, I called Tina. "Mrs. Moore, this is Alex. Have you learned anything?" "We're not there yet. Kelsey had to get off work. She's working at the mall now—" "Mrs. Moore, I'm about to board my flight. Why did you call?" I couldn't care less about Kelsey or her job or why Chelsea's mother would delay her drive to her injured daughter.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

I put Zacharias down in his crib next to Stefano in the corner making my way back to the table "First of all, I am the Chief Investigator at WSP, Detective Clarke," he began pulling a badge from his pocket and showing me the Washington patrol star logo. "Is your name Ella Jones?" "Ella Loren actually," I replied sitting down at the table. "Is Leonardo Loren your legal husband?" he asked. "Yes," Not strictly true. We never officially married in the human way. "Is your maiden name Jones?" "Yes." "Do you have any evidence of your marriage?" He asked.

Don't worry he will show up, I'm sure he's not someone who misses work and maybe he was stucked in something moreover I'm sure he didn't travel remember we saw his assistant on our way and Asher doesn't go on any business trip without him" she said and I frowned more. "What if he went on a pleasure trip? I asked pouting and she laughed out loud "Hahahaha can you be more funny my son doesn't leave his business and tons of companies just to go on a pleasure trip; He is a workaholic and you know that" she said and I nodded still not convinced. My name is Nelson Chloe and I am Asher's fianceé. Well he doesn't consider me that but I don't care as long as his mother promise me that I will end up w

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

Diha hesitated just enough that Ivy stopped and they both turned to look at the short figure jogging through the parking garage to catch up with them. Kelsey Young was openly glaring at them. Great. No avoiding this now. "Either she doesn't like blondes, or that's your nemesis," Ivy whispered. Diha sighed and clasped her hands as Kelsey caught up with them. She planted her hands on her hips and gave Ivy a slow once over, head to toe. "So, you're the girl," Kelsey said. Ivy just lifted one well-defined brow. "I guess I'm the girl." "God damn it." Kelsey practically growled and though she didn't stamp her foot she did ball her hands into fists. "Fucking Logan and his bullshit."