Kinda Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"You're so damn consistent with what you want." I look over my shoulder at Zayne who rolls his eyes and ushers me to quickly get inside. What a gentleman. We get inside the car and his cologne is so strong that it's all I can smell. I feel drowsy with the smell but the smile I see in the rearview mirror makes me feel nice. "I'm Keith." I hear him say and I smiled at him. "You're Myla, right? Someone has been searching for you all over his G****e research."

“Hi, I’m Stacy Jeen, this is Micky Barber, someone called us about Marie.” The woman sobbed, “That was me, I’m Karen, I’m… I was Marie’s boss, who could do such a thing? She was so sweet.” “That’s why we are here, to find out, Can you take us to her?” Micky asked sympathetically. “I can’t go back there.” She replied bursting into tears once again. Stacy immediately stepped in, “It’s OK, tell me where and I’ll find it.” “Block three, kennel five.” Karen said as she pulled a tissue from the sleeve of her cardigan to wipe her eyes.

Kiara had a good way of guilt tripping one, "I don't know yet I just think there's something we can do about the guy." Kiara grinned, "What's that?" "Well let's try to find out more about him," Shelly suggested. "Hmm, where?" Shelly grinned. "Facebook." Grinning like maniacs they both grabbed the nearest laptops and typed in his name. ADAM KINCAID. "There's like fifty people answering the same name." Kiara groaned. "Yeah," Shelly agreed, "There's one that's different though." She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture.

He had guessed to take things slow for now so as not to freak the woman out. “What was this place called again?”, she asked her gaze back at the view. He turned his head towards the wonderful sight. “Kósmima.” The silver-haired woman turned her head towards him, meeting his red eyes glowing from the sun. “Kósmima? What does that mean?”

She winked at Jesse. He paused, then leaned his back on the chair. He intended to ask her the question. "Is... sex on the table?" K chortled, leaning on her chair too and crossing her legs. The tip of her boot grazed Jesse's calf, with just the small space between them from the teeny-tiny round table . K crossed her arms above her chest, making her cleavage pop through the neckline of her black tank top. "Maybe." She looked at Jesse with such intensity, her eyes turning dark.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

I had searched every cupboard, the bathrooms, and every corner, but there was no sign of her. "The cameras cover everything except the restrooms. We suspect she was taken through the restrooms. Ms. Brown, give yourself up. The police will get to the truth," William said. The restroom. I replayed the layout in my head. The kindergarten's bathroom wasn't split by gender. It had only two tiny stalls and a small exhaust fan. I looked toward the restrooms and couldn't help but feel that something about the fan was nagging at me. However, I couldn't put my finger on what was strange.

Gold—my mother’s signature color. I rushed over, ripping the envelope open. There were two letters inside. The first one, in my mother’s familiar handwriting, sent a shiver down my spine. "My dearest Bai, I cannot believe the trouble you’ve landed yourself in. Perhaps our nosy neighbor was right, but that is a topic for another time. I will do what I can from here to ensure no one discovers your involvement. But, if the king has not yet sent out news of the incident, that’s a good sign for now.

But how did he know? After thinking for a moment, Kit texted: "They are beautiful. Thanks". "Sorry I did not get it. Who are they?" "Orchids". “Oops… I’m embarrassed right now, but it’s not me… I don’t know your address :( but if I did… You’re in London, right?” "Kitty, huh? You're offended?" "Ki-i-it ... Maybe we can meet?"