Kiera Lewis Booktok Novels & Stories

“In the kitchen, the kids were hungry.” “Keep an eye on all of them. No one leaves, Ki. You got it?” “Yes, alpha.” She turns to leave and I tell it to her straight. “You understand your father is going to die, right? Everything he did, I can’t ignore it.” “I understand, alpha. Levi had it coming. I’ll take my leave.” Levi Shaw and his daughter have a complicated relationship. I didn’t like prodding but that didn’t mean I didn’t view Kiera Shaw like my daughter.

As despair closed its icy hand around her heart, a flicker of defiance sparked somewhere deep in her core. She was not some domesticated she-wolf to be mounted and discarded at Damien's deplorable whims. There had to be a way to resist, to escape this waking nightmare she had been thrust into. Slowly, cautiously, Kiera slipped from beneath the pelts and retrieved her tattered ceremonial shawl from the floor. Wrapping it about her bruised and battered body, she cast one last look of vehement contempt at the slumbering Alpha beast. "This is not the end," she whispered in a vow laced with venom. "You may have taken my body, but you'll never claim my spirit, Damien of Blackwood. I will fight to

Kiara The palace buzzed like a kicked hornet's nest the morning after the poisoning. I sat hunched over my writing desk, squinting at The Crowns of Narcolantia: A Visual Compendium, trying, and failing, to understand why anyone needed twelve names for essentially the same jeweled headpiece. The book's musty pages smelled like generations of disinterested noble girls had cried over them. Julise paced behind me, her boots wearing grooves into the plush rug. "They're saying it was Ruby," she announced, tossing a folded note onto the desk.

She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

Placing a hand forward to stop Cristal from getting close, Tori cautioned her, “Stop trying to be nice to monkeys Cristal. It will only ruin your good name.” “Or worse affect you. You do not want to be the household rat, do you?” Clive questioned. The hostility was evident, and Kiera sensed the judgment radiating from the group. But this time, she refused to let their words penetrate her newfound strength. “It’s funny how you think she is any better,” Kiera stated with a proud smile. “Sure stay away, I do not want to be tainted by her bitchy whorish mistress self any longer.” “Why you…” Clive’s words hung in his throat when Kiera sent him a cold glare.

'What is wrong with this people' she asked herself as she felt hot, her hand was still on his chest, she looked down to avoid Clyde gaze. “What do you want, Clyde?” Alex asked, with a smirk on his face. “Pack problem” Kiara hearing this sighed, since she got into that house she has not stepped foot outside. She could feel Alex, grip on her waist, release. “Get back to Work, Kitten” she nodded as she took the black book she looked at him, he looked at the book then he nodded giving her the permission to take the book, she smiled at him, as she continued working, cleaning. Clyde could notice his Eyes on Kiara throughout the day, Alex was quiet, staring at her as she worked.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.

The heavy ledger he’d been reading closed with a muffled thud, but his boots remained crossed on the desktop as he waited for more details. Rihlia wasn’t nearly as calm. She leapt off the couch where she’d been sitting and demanded breathlessly, “Where?” Her long dark hair had been braided with pearls and topaz, and someone had gotten her into a white silk robe. He wondered who’d worked the miracle. The last time he’d seen her she’ll still been stubbornly clinging to her old clothes. Keilor smiled slightly, amused. For all she looked like a princess, she was as bright-eyed and eager as a much younger girl. It was easy to see in her the child she’d been.

The Rulers might be powerful, but they weren’t the brightest bulbs in the chandelier. Leila climbed into her snowmobile, trying to calm the pounding in her chest. She’d just signed herself up for a deadly game, and her life—other than that—was perfectly normal. She needed to research her target, find out who this K.B. was, and figure out how to play the game without getting caught. But as she thought back to the encrypted notebook, a horrifying realization hit her. This wasn’t some academic journal—it was the diary of a hired killer. The Rulers had sent someone to murder her aunt Christina, and now they were asking Leila to do the same dirty work.

“Dear Benji – I am sending you this book in secret in hopes to right a wrong. For years, I have considered myself a fair and just Beta, but now I know I should have been a father first. As you may know, we found Ciara when she was just a child in a laboratory under the pack house. When I first saw her, my fatherly instinct instantly wanted to take her home and provide for her, but I let my loyalty to my Alpha overshadow the love a father should have for his child even if she was adopted. She is my child, not my warrior. I think this book was the Dark Alpha’s personal journal on Ciara because as you go through it, you will see he refers to her as ‘his pet’ multiple times. The book contains i