Kim Stories Novels & Stories

“I know it's not because you think I'm not responsible enough. I mean, you don't even know me.” “Neither do you.” “Kimberlee Smith. Thirteen foster homes, like her coffee with both milk and sugar. Waitress and low budget journalist. Has two best friends and lives in a cheap apartment.” He stated. “Now you go.” Kim adjusted in her seat, trying to think of a reply. He was fucking right, she knew nothing about him. “Santos, likes black coffee. Likes it when my hair is up.” She finally spoke. He slightly turned to look at her.

As Kimberly continued to participate in discussion with her friends and they all proceeded to enjoy the feast, she came to the realization that what she had been thinking may be summed up by those sentiments. "So Kimberly is the Moon Goddess of all werewolves, and she has no idea that this is true? Now I see why she constantly tries to find a peaceful solution to every problem, regardless of who is involved! Mohandia was preoccupied with her own thoughts as she attempted to avoid making eye contact with Kimberly too much so that she would not give away the fact that she was thinking about her. *****************FlashBack**************** Little Mohandia was accompanied by her father, the chief

It’s a pain that their birthday falls on the same day as my task today. Do you still plan to go, sir? I don’t think you’re feeling well." Kim asked. After looking at her for a moment, I forgot she was there. I frowned when I saw what she was wearing. Additionally, the wig is long and blonde but has a punk style. Her hands and arms also have fake tattoos. “You truly enjoyed our work, are you?” I asked Kim all of a sudden. She giggled at what I said. “Why, Sir? It seems like a good choice for the bar we’re going to.”

“Perfect. Now I’ll order new clothes online. No way I’m wearing your boring stuff.” Kimmy said nothing. Before leaving, Kimberly looked at her sharply. “Remember, don’t let Gray get suspicious. If he asks, just say I was visiting Mom and Dad. Don’t mess up a single thing.” Kimmy nodded. “I know.” Kimberly patted her shoulder. “Good. If you pull it off, I’ll give you another thousand.” Kimmy didn’t answer, just lowered her head and took the small bag Kimberly handed her. That night, Kimmy left the bar dressed perfectly as Kimberly Chandra. She looked at the quiet night street, took a deep breath, and whispered,

And when the ending finally came—when it paid off, when it was worth it—she looked over at him. He was watching her, not the screen. “What,” she said. “You didn't skip.” “I'm learning.” He almost smiled. Almost. Later that night, she explained it to him. Not as a defense—just as a fact. “I'm not skipping because I don't respect the story,” she said. “I'm skipping because I need to know if the ending is worth waiting for. If it's not, I'd rather know sooner.” He was quiet for a moment. Then: “And if it is?”

I could see her eyes sparkling as she said that. “Anyways. Don’t avoid the question. What’s going on there? It’s been so long since any of you has called me. And where the hell are you? Are you sick?” Questions after questions. That was just my sister for me. Kaito chuckled before he shifted in his position, probably about to devise a lie. And he was so bad at lying I swear he was turning red by the mere idea. “At the hospital. Kim is sick.” He informed. My eyes flew to Kimberly who immediately understood the assignment. She jumped onto the bed before covering herself with the blankets, then lay her head onto the giant pillow and faced the other side.

Suddenly the three men who were wearing the same robes as Kim's were coming. They see what happens, see a girl who is crying. A girl who is none other than An. Kazexian was one of them and they were the three younger brothers. "Brother, what did you do to him?" asked Kazexian. "I? I am not doing anything! She cried alone, "Kim answered defensively. Kazexian approached An, and said "An, what happened. Why are you crying? Did Brother Kim hurt you? "

He glared at Kate, who had crept closer, "Do not treat dirt like gold. Treat your wife as gold. Your wife represents you." "Yes, Alpha," Daven mumbled, bowing his head. Kate stepped forward, her chin tilted up, sensing an opening to strike. "Alpha, don't be fooled by Kimberly, she is a snake. You are only seeing her act. You should see how she truly behaves." ​Alaric turned his head slowly to look at her. "Is that so? Bad behaviour? You tell me how she is bad and why you are not calling her Luna." ​Kate scoffed. "She doesn't deserve to be Luna. She is a taint to our pack."