Kieran Valentine Boyfriend Novels & Stories

" I glanced at the figure approaching from a distance and nodded apologetically. "My boyfriend is here to pick me up. I have to go. "Kieran, take care of yourself." Dusk finally surrendered. Only a faint purple-red line remained on the horizon. I did not look back. I took Maverick's outstretched hand. As darkness settled around us, we walked away. Kieran walked in a completely different direction. Every encounter has its purpose. Either a blessing or a lesson. We had loved once. After I left, Kieran became like a robot who had suddenly grown a heart.

* SABLE'S POV: * I watch Kier from the doorway. He does not know I am here. He has not noticed me standing in the shadows, watching him fall apart, watching him mourn the woman he threw away. He is too lost in his own misery to see anything else. I look at the cracked phone on the floor and at the headline still glowing on the broken screen, at the photo of Celestine Valancourt looking radiant and happy and engaged to the most powerful man in the world. So. The mouse has become a lion.

My shoulders sag in disappointment. Reaching out, she rests a hand on my arm. "Hey. We'll figure it out," she tells me. "Yeah I know, it's not over, I'll find another way," I reply. "That's my girl." "By the way, the man you just kissed—people found him online! He is Aiden Kincaid! Billionaire! Quarterback! Every sport lover girl's wet dream!" Kiera thrusts her phone toward me. The screen shows a grainy replay of the kiss cam. My back is front and center, hair spilling down my jacket, while Aiden shows his jawline only.

“Kieran, I have known you since you were a boy. I watched you grow. I understand you better than anyone else. You were making hasty decisions out of fear.” “I wasn’t scared.” “My boy.” She chuckles “I’ve seen you fret so many times since you were little. I don’t need you to tell me when you are scared things will go out of your control.” “You can assume whatever you want to assume anyways.” I shrug my shoulders. “You will be so much of a good husband, father and a good lover.” “I don’t believe in love.” “Oh but you now have someone driving you crazy. I’m glad you have finally met somebody that can show you what it means to love and be loved.”

The next morning, Eugene arrived to pick Valerie up for her medical check-up. They did not even try to hide it, walking out hand in hand before getting into his car. Watching them together, I realized just how laughably naive I had been. Back in high school, Valerie used to spend a lot of time at Susan's house for tutoring. Over time, she and Eugene got together, and their relationship lasted all the way through college. However, when they started talking about marriage, Valerie's mother, Gloria Keller, stepped in. She could not accept the idea of her daughter marrying a guy from a single-parent household with no house or car in the city, so she broke them up.

"There's Brylee, my cousin, her boyfriend Micah, Richy my best friend who moved with me from home and James, my boyfriend" "I guess we can rule Brylee and Richy out since your father can vouch for them" "What are you trying to say?" "I'm speculating when I say it has to be Micah or James" "I know I haven't known them for long but I can vouch for them. They're good guys", I said trying to be a good friend and girlfriend all in one. "That's the front they may put up. Do you peradventure know their surnames" "Sure. Micah Gallant and James.... Llock", I said staring at the little dots that connected the guy I really liked to this whole mystery.

His grip was firm, and it made my hand ache. When we got downstairs, I jerked my hand away. "Ouch! Stop!" I rubbed my wrist and snapped, "Say what you need to say already!" Suddenly, Jason pulled me close, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Winter, I've figured it out. That day when you woke up, you asked me who I was, right? Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Jason Patel, and I'm your boyfriend." At that instant, our heartbeats thudded violently, echoing between us. In the depths of his bloodshot eyes, all I could see was me.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

The love and trust we'd once shared had been worn down to nothing, ground away by his neglect and my quiet despair. When our child lay in that tiny black box, whatever had bound us was buried with them. The phone rang again. Mike fumbled to silence it, but the ringing persisted until he answered with a frustrated shout. "What do you want?" There was a pause on the other end, startled silence at his uncharacteristic outburst. Then Lucy's voice, trembling and laced with tears, broke through, "Mike, someone from the banquet we attended together told my parents that you're my fiancé. They also said you're keeping a mistress. Now my brother is at your house demanding an explanation!"

she said sincerely and while wiping the tears of joy that came along. Arianne then hug her boyfriend tightly. She can now rest herself from worrying about being far from him. For now, she believes that Jace Keller is the only one for her and nobody else. She taught herself, that whatever happens, she will always hold on to their love for each other. " I love you so much babe! And I will not stop loving you even until my last breath! It'll always be you in my heart!" she kind of make a vow to him.