Kiera Continuum Novels & Stories

But she moves away after a while, earning her furrowed brows and questioning eyes. "Nice meeting you, CEO Xander Voulker Wright. I'm Kiera Azure Di Lauro, the thirteenth child of the Di Lauro clan. As my name signifies, I'm the mixture of dark and blue sky in this generation. Like the first Azure 1842, I have varied tannins, more bizarre than the conventional. But you will learn to love me once you have a taste of me" she winks at the teary-eyed Xander. "I love to explore the world and was once a rebellious soul. But you, Xander Wright, brought me home. And you're my recklessness that I will never regret" She sweetly smiles.

sign board hanging on the knob like a warning. So this was a surprise. The glow from her phone screen lit the bed just enough. Kiera—my 22-year-old step-sister, tall, athletic, always acting like she owned the place—was propped against the headboard in nothing but a loose tank top and panties shoved down her thighs. Her legs were spread. And between them… Fuck.

he growled, his hands instinctively reaching for something at his side. But Kiera didn’t give him a chance to recover. She lunged forward, her movements swift and fluid. “This is the end of your reign,” she spat, her voice filled with fury. “This is the moment everything shifts.” As Kiera closed in, I watched in a mixture of awe and fear. She was powerful—more powerful than I had ever realized. But there was something else beneath the surface. A secret she had been hiding. I could feel it, like a dark undertone that wrapped around every action she made.

And in that endless instant of perfect fusion, Kiera finally understood the true depths of her burgeoning primordial power. She could feel it rising now - the glorious, untamed heights of the renigitio awakening taking root in her once-meager spirit. The profound, unshakable certainty that she was destined to become more than any brutal Alpha. More than the meaningless bloodline rites of the primitive moon cults. More than the fleeting, mortal domination wielded by the self-proclaimed wolves of power like Damien. Kiera was the focus becoming infinite. She would be the end to it all. Still doubting herself, Her inner power remains questioned. Can she?

“If that breaks—” “The island tears itself apart,” Kiera finished. “Not explosively. Randomly.” Her voice went thin. “Faults sliding, coastlines reordering. Systems collapsing because the constant they assumed would never move… does.” The bond flared with her fear—and something else beneath it. Resolve. “No,” Ronan said firmly. “We’re not letting it reach that point.” Kiera turned toward him more fully now, shoulders squaring despite the pull. “Then I have to touch it.”

WHY DO YOU CARE? Kiera could be seen crouched to the floor in her room, her arms encircled around her body as her face deepened into her dress; now nothing but a sobbing mess. The imprints of Moon's fingers around her neck are still quite visible to the eyes. Her tears reinforced, not stopping anytime soon until she heard someone place a knock on her window. She quickly rose up on her feet and ventured towards the window. She dabbed at her eyes with the end of her crop top sleeves before letting out a breath and letting the window open.

Wait; give me your phone. “Quick,” Kiera said, handing her phone to Freya, curious about what she had in mind. Freya quickly entered her contact information and handed it back with a smile. "Now we can stay in touch," she said. "I'll text you later so we can plan our next hangout!" With a wave of goodbye, Freya hurriedly left the workplace, leaving Kiera feeling excited about the prospect of their future friendship.

With every step, Kendra’s voice grew clearer, its sharp, venomous edge impossible to miss. "Now that you finally know the truth, here is how things are going to go," Kendra hissed, her face twisted in a ugly smirk. "You are going to completely avoid Jason. No talking, no looking at him. And you are going to switch project groups with me immediately. We are exchanging places." I stopped in my tracks. Kiara was staring down at her phone screen, her hands shaking violently as heavy tears rolled down her pale face. She looked completely broken. What on earth did Kendra just tell her?

Her hands were still on her tits, rolling her nipples like she was trying to make herself come right there in the passenger seat. Joe stole a glance and nearly lost it. “Pull up your skirt.” Kiera gave him a startled look, eyes wide. “What?” “You heard me. Hike that skirt up. Show him your panties. Show him how soaked you are for me.” She hesitated again, her cheeks flushed deep red. “God, Joe. We could get arrested.” He glanced over, voice low and rough. “I’ll take the fucking charge. Now do it.” Kiera groaned under her breath but obeyed. She lifted her ass off the seat and wriggled the skirt up her thighs. Her panties were crimson, lacy, and soaked through at the crotch.

Kiera said as she showed the bubble her space bag filled of snacks and liquids. "This is an escape room; there may be events that occur that will kill you!" the bubble exclaimed. "Check my abilities," Kiera said as she gazed at the bubble. The bubble frowned and took a look at it... Kiera has the capacity to heal... And she died several times in the universe in which she is immersed! "Excuse me, but I'm going back to sleep," Kiera yawned again and sat down. "But— but— don't you have any dreams?! Do you really want to stay here?"