Kendra Summers Novels & Stories

And then. Haden let out a low murmur before pulling her in closer to him, "You," he said, "It's definitely you." She froze in his grasp, her eyes still wide, set firmly on Leo. "What's your name?" He asked but Lia didn't respond. "Lia Loren, age 17 from Triton," Leo said deeply, emotion practically undetectable in his tone but upon examining his face, I could see it deep and repressed. "The Alpha's sister..." Haden said, getting a proper look of her. "Nice to meet you, Lia. I'm Haden."

she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. None of them speak after that. They just stood there watching the night moves thinking about the same thing. That sunday night, where their fitness will be tested. There's nothing she crave more than the power they could have. And that's what make her the first daughter of the great Carmilla Mencia Hewson-Blake. - "I fucking hate summer", Kieran has been ranting about summer and the heat ever since he got out of his room. "And that's enough reason to...", Karma insisted which they both laughed to. "I still don't have something to wear!" she grunted as she jump on her bed again.

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Her hair was dyed electric blue, tied into two buns atop her head, and her makeup was bold enough to rival a runway model’s. “Hiya!” she chirped, offering a wave instead of a handshake. “I’m Kendra, and I’m, like, so excited to be here.” Mr Mahone's brow twitched, but he gestured for her to sit. “I’ve worked in customer relations for, like, three years,” Kendra began, her voice bubbly. “And I’m totally great at multitasking and handling stress. Like, you wouldn’t believe how many customers I’ve had to deal with in retail. It’s crazy.”

Then, she took out a bead with a hint of fragrance. For some reason, there was only half of it. Kairi set the bead in Harvey’s hand, smilingly. “The seventh princess of the Wolven Tribe, Kendra Klein, is my sworn sister. “I won’t ask what you’re purpose there… “But if you need to, bring the bead to her. “You don’t need to hold back.”

Looking thrilled, Kendra held her phone up to capture the spectacle. She was an influencer with around twenty thousand followers on a reel platform. It took me a second to catch on to what Kendra was trying to do. Sure enough, I checked Kendra’s social media handle using my alternative account and found that she was live. Nevertheless, she had only a handful of viewers so far. Displeased with the low viewer count, Kendra egged the other family members on to stir up more drama. With the family behind her, Summer straightened her back and felt assured.

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

a voice snapped. I stopped. Kendra stepped out from behind a large stone pillar. She was dressed in leather and fur, her dark hair pulled back tightly. For a long time, people thought Kendra would be the one to sit beside me as Luna. But she didn't have the heart for it. She only had a hunger for power. "I have business to attend to, Kendra," I said, my voice low. "Move." She didn't move. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes flashing with a mix of wounded pride and anger.

I say. “I’m Kaylee. She’s Kendra,” Kaylee says. Since one is wearing a pink shirt and one is wearing a yellow one, I make note of who is who. “Are you a strong fighter?” Kendra asks Rhett. “My Dad just started training me this summer,” he says. “How old are you?” Kaylee asks, looking appalled. “I’m four,” he says. “And he just started training you?” Kendra asks, looking outraged. “Aren’t you the Alpha heir?” Kaylee asks.