Kenny X Craig Novels & Stories

“It s there anything we need to know about your past before you chooses to be a career man?“ the coach asked, “Hmm, I started nursing my ambition of becoming a kick boxer when I was six years old, though, I have a Identical twin brother, that left home when we were six years because I used him to practice a kick boxing then, and he stabbed me at my back, and Immediately he saw blood gushing out of my body, he ran away from home, and since then he never returned home” Craig explained, “Did you know anything about him, can you recognize him?“ The coach asked while Angela was watching Craig with sympathy,

There’s a fine line between arrogance and confidence and I still haven’t pinpointed which he is though… When he’s suddenly in my immediate space my brain shorts, and when he pulls me into him and kisses me, I forget everything. Our lips move, then our tongues. We both moan and I quickly realize the front door is wide open. I pull away and quietly close it. “Kenny and Jessa Lockhart. Kenny is on the road crew for the territory, he’s a couple years older than me. He sometimes picks up shifts at the factory. Jessa is a nail tech at the salon next to the garage,” he says, as his eyes fall over some of their family photos.

Her eyes opened wide as she shook her head. “Not at all,” she told him. “Everyone’s been pleasant so far.” She frowned as she muttered, “Except for Sabrina, but can’t make friends with everyone.” “That’s good to hear,” he said. “I work down the street.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Then, he shook his head and added, “Here I am, talking like we’re friends, and I don’t even know your name.” Holding out his hand, he said, “My name is Craig. Craig Reynolds.”

"Uh, so...your name and age." "I'm Craig Donnelly. I'll be turning twenty-eight in a couple of weeks." Eloïse nodded. "What's your measurement." "Six feet three." She jutted. "What is there to know about you." Craig's lips twitched causing Eloïse to fasten her crossed legs for fear of giving out regardless of sitting. "Born in Arkansas but grew up in New York. Mahoney high school and Stanford University graduate. I love football, basketball, and badminton." He searched for a while. "And flowers too." Craig shrugged when he thought to have said it all.

He smiled wide, like the sun. “Hi. I’m Ken. You never gave me your name… so I came to get it. And to ask why you left me.” “I… I’m sorry I left like that,” I lied, moving to sit behind my desk. “Something came up.” “I’m Cristopher. But my friends call me Cris.” “Cris,” he repeated slowly. “That’s a nice name.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on both hands atop the desk. His scent was intoxicating. His full lips made it hard to focus.

Ken will come too and he will get you and Konan a tub of ice cream. "Ooh, Ice cream for Koniee... So, I'm right about Kenny. I think, he has a crush on Koniee..." I smiled. Well, Kenny is a great guy and he's one of our childhood best friend too. He's hot and definitely Koniee's type, I guess. [ I know he has. He always talks about Konan--hey is Konan listening?! ] "He's here. Don't worry, he's sleeping. Your secret is safe..." I mutter as a chuckle escapes from my lips that I'm sure he heard.

And if Xander comes from the second richest family, then who would come from the Westwood family among these three friends? " Xan--Xander comes from the Gra--Grayson family? " Ashley asked not believing her ears. " That's so kitten. Why? Regretting your actions now? " David teased her. Ken immediately came forward and stood in front of Kate. He didn't missed the displeased in Brian's face. "We are sorry young Master Grayson. Please forgive my friend. She-- She's actually a psychological patient." Ken tried to defend Kate but his words made them thought he just made something up.

Kip After my long phone call with Penny, I send a text to Sam, the pilot of the Knight Sky, then take my laptop out onto the deck and spend half an hour browsing and jotting down some notes until the doorbell goes. I answer it to find Craig standing there. To my relief, there’s no sign of Renée. I’m tempted to say, ‘So she let you out on your own, then?’ but I manage to restrain myself. “Jesus,” he says, staring at my eye, “what happened to you?”

Daniel's POV: "Craig!" I called him the moment I entered the studio. He's in the middle of the dance floor, giving instructions to all his students, but I guess he didn't hear me as he continued talking to them. "Craig!" I called him again and this time he turned to me, knitting his eyebrows. Confusion was clearly written on his face as he walked towards my direction. "Mr. Kelley." He smiled at me. "If you're looking for----"

Serenity wriggled her brows. Kieran’s eyes sharpened. “But now that I am tracking back your records, there is something I truly feel upset about” Serenity thoughtfully vocalized. Kieran arched his eyebrow. His past record with Serenity was not that good, there is a lot for her to bring up.