Kira Hagi Novels & Stories

He replied, "Hey, Kira can you help me check how many One Direction CD's left in there? Count it for me please." Kira gave him a nod and start do as she told, she was bending down to check if there's any CD's one the lowest rack and start counting them from down to up. She was too busy counting the CD's that she did not even realize there was someone standing close to her, she paused her counting and look to her left, at that very moment her mind went blank and she completely forgot about the numbers.

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

Claire mentioned with so much pride and joy evident in her voice. "Hi." I greeted while she eyed me like a seductress. "So you're the fine young man who stole my best friend from me." She joked causing us to chuckle. "Anyways, my name is Kira and please tell your Beta," she inched closer to me. "I'm single." "Kira!" Claire wriggled her head while Kira pouted. "Oh I will." I toned in a devilish manner. "And you to, Kev. Are you seriously entertaining her madness."

I ordered, after they all watched him lifeless Now that Kira was pregnant, it seemed Mia was looking for more ways to end her, but I won't let that happen.

Kira muttered under her breath upon seeing the woman standing in front of them. Victoria Seige. She was a black witch known for her strong envy towards Sapphire Almed, who led the black witch coven. “You’re the—” “Right. It’s me. I was the one who helped Marcus back then.” Victoria smirked. “Mikan, hold on!” Kira’s attention shifted to Miley, who was crying and filled with despair as she saw Mikan’s eyes closing. She knew that Mikan had been stabbed in the back, and the wound seemed deep.

The male teacher smiled warmly and said, "My name is Reiji Kiriya, and I teach Modern Japanese for the 2nd grade and the 3rd grade so you two might not know me well." Kiriya is a handsome man with shoulder-length light-purple hair that has a few strands hanging over his face and empty dark-colored eyes. Monica had to admit that Kiriya was a bit similar to him, though, he was more handsome than Kiriya and his purple hair was darker than Kiriya, but enough of that since he also needed to introduce himself. "My name is Oga Monica, I am a freshman this year, nice to meet you, Kiriya-sensei," Monica said.

By the time she woke up, it was past five. She walked around the house, the garden, but that wasn’t even because she wanted to see the house. It was all her strategy to run today. It was 7 o’clock now, and Kira had managed to slip out of the house. She didn’t know how, but she had left and no one had seen her. Thanks to the help of her best friend, Mira, who finally picked up and gave some very odd excuse about why she had been away. Kira sat on the counter by the secluded part of the club. She was dressed in a black pleated skirt that stopped some inches below her ass. A wine armless corset top sat on her upper body, pushing her boobs up and accentuating the lines of her slim waist.

(A Few Hours Later) Her name was Kira Lean, fast, and ruthless. Not bonded to any pack, raised in the shadowlands where wolves either died young or learned to kill early. She stood before me, her chin high, one eyebrow raised. “You want me to play bait?” “I want you to play quiet,” I replied. “Infiltrate. Observe. And report.” Kira’s eyes gleamed. “And if he recognizes me?” “You know what to do.” She grinned. “Break his bones before he calls for help.”

which had left a strange, fluttering warmth in my chest. That flirt! My guest for the afternoon was none other than Kira; she had called me earlier. She was coming to visit since she was still on her vacation from work. She was working as a swimming coach for middle students in our big school. I couldn't believe it when she told me that; I thought she would just be a rich heiress and rely on her parents' money or already have an office in her father's company. As a nepo baby.

“Forgive me, but what possibly is there for us to talk about?” Her smile withers and is replaced by an expression that resembles regret. I don't like her silence. It is fucking creepy and it does something to my chest that I don't like. This is Kira. The conniving, manipulative Kira Gandall. The girl who fucking hates my guts and has made it her mission to remind me with every disgusting look and every hurtful word that I am an outsider here. She is the nasty bitch who wants to destroy me and have Raelin for herself.