Kira Crash Novels & Stories

Kira's mind was consumed as she thought of the worst. Rosalie opened the sunroof and climbed up. Cole slowly follows and sits on the roof. Both watch the skyline as Rosalie dials her dad for the hundredth time. Eventually, Kira stands up. A layer of ash rolls off of her as she moves. In silence, she opens the rear doors of the cargo van. Pulling out blankets and some snacks. "Mrs. Kira…" Rosalie appears to her left. Wearing a look of shame and fear. "I'm really sorry about-"

she cries out after me, but I keep going. –Kira is not working with any rogues. She does have a mate, and she lied about her background and being rejected, but she isn’t smart enough to be working with anyone else. She’s a bitch, but not a scheming one–I tell Milo and Artemis through the mind link. –What do you suggest we do with her?-- Milo asks.

Kira wore a black scarf over her face and kept her back to the wall like she expected to be hunted. “You don’t know what he’s done,” she said. “Then tell me.” “There’s not just seventeen,” she whispered. “That was the first wave. There’s a second.” I froze. “Where?” “I don’t know. But they’re being accelerated, Grown faster. Conditioned harder. No names. Just numbers.” My stomach churned. “What does he want from Miranda?” Kira looked at me, eyes shining with fear. “He wants her to merge them.” “What do you mean?”

she cried. He held her in his arms, "First ... we need to get you cleaned up ... did he ...?" She shook her head again, "He was rubbing himself on me ... when you came in .... uurgh ... God ... he almost did," she clenched on Lucas, cringing over what almost happened. He was somewhat relieved to hear that, but she was terribly shaken nonetheless. "We need to get you cleaned up ... can you stand and walk to the bathroom?" She shook her head and clanged on to Lucas. Her system had dropped, it was as if she couldn't move her joints after the shock it went through. Lucas took her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.

The door swung open to reveal him in a pair of sleep pants and nothing else. "Yes, Princess?", he asked as he opened the door wider to let her in. "I know this is a weird question but can I crash on your couch?", She asked. He looked her over as he could plainly see she was beyond exhausted and ready to fall over. "Problems with your place?", he asked. "They are there, and they won't leave.", she stated. "Who are they exactly?", he asked as she sat on the couch. "My team.", she said. "The east coast main blue team."

Rebecca whispered when realization dawned on her. Her legs trembled as she forced herself up. Axel. Her chest tightened so hard she thought she would suffocate. “Kira!” she shouted again. A cough answered her. Kira pushed herself up from the ground, blood running from a cut on her forehead. Her eyes were wide. Shocked, and terror. The building groaned as another section collapsed inward. Rebecca took a step forward. Kira grabbed her wrist. “Don’t.” “I have to…” She struggled.

But Kira has enough challenges to deal with, let alone trying to keep remembering to put contacts in on a daily basis and to pretend she’s not different from everybody else. “What kind of issue?” Mistra repeats, more urgently. “Mint.” I respond flatly. At once, Mistra recoils, as if she too carries the genetic allergy to the plant. “Oh, cut the bullshit,” I hiss at her. “Kira is fine. Despite everything she kept her cool and is now healing smoothly. She administered her own epi-pen injection and is recovering well.” Mark makes a small noise on the other side of the limo, but I give him a glare, daring him to correct me.

"You should be thankful. Without Zev and the medics, you’d be dead." "Without me," I correct, "you all would be." Her nostrils flare. I swear I see a flicker of rage in her eyes. "You think that makes you important? "Her jaw tightens. “You think this is a joke?” “No,” I say calmly. “But your tone is.” Kira takes a step forward, but Luna Kasha lays a hand on her arm, just lightly. A silent command. Kira breaks the silence. “She shouldn’t even be here. She’s a rogue. An omega. No one even knows who she is.”

“No, not yet. Though I’ve spent my spare time in Narok's presence, trying to hear any updates about Crimson Tide, nothing much has come so far.” "We have news from the field!" Narok suddenly called out to me as a woman walked into the den. Her eyes were sharp and focused as she scanned the room. "I’m Kira,” she introduced, shaking my hand. “A navigator in the field. I have been hired by Sir Narok to help with the daily information stream management." Narok nodded. "Indeed, Kira. Your expertise in this area will be greatly appreciated. The daily information stream is crucial to the safety and security of our pack and I need someone reliable and trustworthy to oversee it."

The devastation was complete and heart-wrenching. Then, Cameron wired a massive sum of his company's funds into my company's account. It was a lifeline that pulled Levine Group back from the brink of bankruptcy. Presently, Jeffrey noticed my distraught state and a trace of guilt flickered in his eyes. He gestured for his bodyguards to release me. However, Melinda, seething with jealousy, interrupted him before he could speak. She detested any sign of his concern for me. As I stood to leave, Melinda's foot shot out, tripping me.