Kim Zolciak Novels & Stories

She reached out and gently touched his arm, hoping to comfort him. Kylian looked up at her, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a furrowed brow. He handed her the letter he had been holding, and Diana's eyes quickly scanned its contents. It was a letter from the Resin Moon Pack, a neighboring pack known for their hostility towards Diana's pack. The letter stated that they had Emma captive and were demanding a ransom for her release.

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

Cowardly conduct. I sat, fiddling with the USB Drives Skylar's mom had given me. "What if this was a trap? What if this so-called evidence were fake?" Kaiden says as he drives toward my pack, still on the phone. "Yeah, well. What if they're not? What if they're legit?" I say, pinching the curve of my nose. I was still irritated over this morning's insolence. That pack is going to be a lot of work. And I wasn't just talking about rebuilding their territory, but the members overall need a lot of inner work. I had Zion on his way. He would review them and tell me if they were legit. I need to make sure no one has tampered with the evidence.

Zariah tells us. "You know, you're kind of weird," Brynn observes. "Noted." Looking out the window to where Zariah had pointed to the girl she was talking about, I noticed those dark features about her, that honestly made me a little envious. The sleekness of her hair is something I would never achieve on my own. "Watch out from Alani Prelich over there...Her father is the commander of one of the most notorious armies in the Power Pack," Zariah warns me, and I shiver, as she glances up, so I can see the darkness of her eyes.

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

Amelia’s POV “Hey,” Zane yelled loudly and I took off my ear pods that I was wearing and looked at him. He was looking hot as fuck in his black denim and blue shirt. His hair slightly tousled and I fought the urge to run my hair through them. “Oh, Hi!” I breathed out with a smitten smile. “I just wanted to know if you’d be free today?” he asked and my breath caught up. “What for?” I asked, carefully. “Well, we haven’t completed the assignment that Mrs. Gomez gave us,” he reminded me.

Yvrozz asked seriously. Butler Zi let a loud sigh in relief when Yvrozz is starting to cool off. 'Thank goodness, I won't be dead.' He cleared his throat before he start talking,"He is Ezekiel Fhilip Felice, also known as Kiel. He's famous for being strong and also a mysterious man at the same time, besides no one really knows about his full name except his parents, me and Zenah. He's an aloof type of a person, with a suck personality that even I can't stand."Also a pervert horny bastard.

The stark contrast between his online persona and the man I knew in private was jarring. That’s when I stumbled upon a photo of Zack and Mr. Smith. Curious, I clicked on Mr. Smith’s profile. His bio revealed that he was a renowned stylist and fashion designer. I browsed through his posts, which showcased his work with various celebrities, including Zack. One post caught my eye—it was a behind-the-scenes photo from our wedding, and the caption read: “Designing the groom’s look for the big day. Honored to work with @ZackSamuels.”