Kimberly Vance Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 8: BARBRA AND TESS KIMBERLY: Damien hurriedly finished up his food and turned to me. “I have to go. I have an appointment with some business associates. Take the keys. You can take the car. I will take a cab. This key opens the door of my apartment. I nodded and took the keys from him. This was the first time he took me out and he has to abandon me in the restaurant? I sighed as I watched him leave. Then I got up and left the restaurant. Then got into his car and drove to Carter's estate.

"This is a surprise." "Is it? I have a business dinner here tonight. Very important. Potential merger." Liam looked between them, confused. "You're her boss?" Nick turned to Liam as if noticing him for the first time. His smile didn't waver, but something in his eyes went sharp and dangerous. "Nicholas Vance," he said, extending a hand. "Vice Chairman of Vance Corporation. And you must be Liam." Liam shook his hand. "Liam Park. Graphic designer. And... Emma's date."

Kimberly’s shift at Angel’s bakery has just ended as she made her way to the terminal to catch a bus. The time was 4:03pm which meant that there was little time for her to walk Rex to the dog park before going to Luis’ birthday party later that evening. After her dismissal from the marines, Oscar had set her up with his brother, Kelvin who owned the bakery. The pay was decent, at least she had to keep herself busy, and also have a good cover for her double life.

“She is. I don’t know the background information, but I do know that she is hunting them. We shall continue what we are doing; she lacks interest in helping them. She is using us to distract them. Why not keep assisting while gaining what we seek simultaneously?” “What do you mean, she’s hunting them?” “You mean when she saved Dean?” Pine joined Reaper on the log bench. “Nope.” Beast popped the p. “She killed again. It was—intense. Personal.” “Explain.” I leaned forward. “Kimberly is dead. Your ex-mate is dead. I watched my mate toy with her like the apex predator she is. She isolated her at an abandoned pond. She ripped out her heart, consuming it. She staged the body against a tree and the

Landon asked himself unbelievably. Kimberly walked out of the company fuming in anger, everyone that passed by her noticed this and they couldn't help but murmur things to themselves. A side of Kimberly wanted that money because she needed it. But the order side, which is Kimberly Johnson's real side would never take sh*t from anyone. The last thing she wanted was for her to owe that b**ch. She preferred to go to bed without food than make Landon feel she needed his help. She got to the Garage before she knew it, and took a cab going into Golden City. Right there in the cab, she pulled out her phone and began to check out her messages. She needed something to get her mind off the bad day she

“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,

But then he sighed and started to talk. “Kimberley Valance. That was her name. Rich woman from Washington, two sons in pre-law, married to some politician. He talked a good game about educating girls in Afghanistan, apparently, but Kimberley… she walked the walk. She raised money and kicked in quite a bit of her own and she started a school for girls just outside Kandahar. She didn’t just toss the cash at the idea and get back to her lunches, though. She got on a plane and she stayed for months, overseeing everything and getting to know the girls and their families. She was a – a great woman. I think you would have liked her.” “I think you’re right.”

"Wedding anniversary? Only people with too much time on their hands like you celebrate those occasions. We're here trying to change the world. As if I would have the time to play house with you!" From behind us came a whistle from Alexis. "Tony, stop wasting your breath on her. My code isn't running properly. Quickly come over and help me take a look, will you?" Her voice was coy and sweet, not at all like the usual boyish image she portrayed. Immediately, a gentle expression took over Anthony's face, and he turned to call back to Alexis. "Coming." To me, he said, "Kimberly, take a cab home yourself. You're an adult, so stop making me worry about you all the time."

Kimberly: I paced anxiously around my bedroom, my mind consumed with worry for my friend Vanessa. Ever since my harrowing ordeal with that monster Mary, I had been desperate to track her down and ensure her safety. The thought of her being caught up in my uncle Greyson's web of deceit filled me with dread. Ethan had given me a new, secure phone to use, understanding the importance of keeping certain communications private. With trembling fingers, I dialed Vanessa's number, my heart pounding as it rang. Please pick up, please pick up, I silently pleaded.