Kendra Summers Novels & Stories

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.

“Princess has too much drama.” Gabby inhaled, preparing to scream. I lifted one finger. She forced her mouth shut, but her eyes kept screaming in royal language. From the family room, Kendra appeared in an oversized sage green hoodie, biker shorts, mismatched socks, and brown hair twisted up with a claw clip. She was twenty-two, the neighbor next door who had originally offered to babysit “temporarily while saving my own money” and had somehow ended up with her own room in my house because my life was a childcare startup that had lost its investors.

"That chubby kid thinks he's all that just because he comes from a rich family. He doesn't know yet that the male lead is actually Wesley Hunter, the wealthiest and most influential person in all of Centrae! "And when he finds out that the female lead, Hilary Jameson, and her daughter, Sandy Hunter, got bullied like this, he is going to bankrupt the Sterlings!" I cocked my eyebrow when I read the comments, silently taking note of the information given. When I arrived at Theo's preschool, I saw him standing in the corner, silent, his head down. A beautiful young woman was carrying a little girl in her arms, not too far away, comforting her quietly. She had to be Hilary, the main female lead t

Austin inquired. She said as she opened the door, "Yh, I'm coming." "Oh my, she seems fairly good," Austin thought and could not help but admire Kendra's attire. Kendra carried a green purse to match and donned a knee-length, body-con dress highlighting her curves. Mostly because she left her long brunette hair, curled at the ends, to bounce on her back as she walked, she also wore scarlet heels with a height of 3 inches and a scarlet lipstick that matched it exactly.

Kelvin looked completely dumbfounded. But then, as if suddenly understanding, he smiled. "Well, you're in luck. The lady with me tonight happens to be our most distinguished chief flight attendant. She's flown for over twenty years—there's no one on staff she wouldn't know." Shawn turned his gaze to the woman—elegant, poised. It was Chief Attendant Emily. She offered a soft, professional smile. Then Shawn spoke the name—low and deliberate: "Kendra." My name. The moment it left his lips, my soul trembled.

There is something about his demeanor, an aura of dominance that stirs emotions within her, leaving her momentarily speechless in his presence. As Kaden's speech unfolds, Rose's attention oscillates between his words and his unwavering gaze, a sense of vulnerability creeping over her as she feels the weight of his focus on her. Overwhelmed by his piercing stare, she retreats into herself, her eyes dropping to her lap as she nervously interlocks her fingers, a nervous energy radiating from her.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

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

she chuckled and brought her hand forward for a handshake, “I'm Kendall Owen.” I forced a smile on my face and shook her hand. I didn't want to hate her before I actually got to know her, she might be a sweet person. “I think we should get going,” Summer suggested and I saw her when she pinched Layla, “Lola might already be crying for her mother.” “Layla is a mother? Impossible,” Kendall snickered, “How did that happen? Did you marry someone from the orphanage?” “Kendall, that's enough,” Kenzal said calmly. I looked down at his hand and realized he was the one crying her luggage.