Kira Hart Story Novels & Stories

The rest of the day passed in a blur of strategy meetings, calls with Nai and Elena, and quiet moments of intimacy where Damien reminded her again and again that she was safe, loved, and powerful. By evening, as they lay tangled in bed after another intense round of lovemaking, Kira felt a quiet resolve settle over her. The scandals were still raging. The rivals were still active. Her father was still lost in his pain. But she was no longer the scared girl who had spilled wine on Damien’s suit years ago. She was Kira Holt — curator, artist, lover,and a fighter.

“But I would never… Kiera, I’d never break up a marriage. My dad cheated on my mom and left the family when I was nine. So, I know that pain. You have to believe me…” “We do,” I assure her, stepping closer. But Kiera holds up a warning hand, keeping me back. Best to just let her have a good cry. Proximity to me will likely only make it worse. “You saw the article?” I say at her. “Oh, I saw. The articles, the videos, the stupid fucking photo diaries. Who knew he had such a ‘bad boy’ streak, huh?” She teases, still patting Tina’s back. “I guess I bring it out in him. We’ll have to get him a motorcycle to go with his leather jacket.”

Garrett’s eyes reddened but he nodded stepping back to let others through. Davian stood slightly apart, giving me space for this reunion but close enough I could feel his presence. Vincent watched with undisguised emotion clearly proud of how I was handling this. A young woman maybe a few years older than me approached tentatively. “Luna, I’m Kira. I wasn’t born yet when the massacre happened but my parents were pack. They’ve told me stories about your family my whole life.” “What kind of stories?” “That you parents loved each other so completely it made everyone believe in true mates.” Kira grinned. “That their daughter would come back someday and make Silvermist strong again.”

Kira said coldly, a smirk playing on her lips. “I know.” Ryan swallowed hard, stuttering. “Because the child is mine…” The Hamilton siblings were taken aback. Kira's hand clenched excitedly. This storm had brought her great benefits. “What happened exactly? Tell me.” Ethan demanded in a frosty voice. “I used to be a personal trainer at a high–end gym overseas. That’s where I met Veronica and we grew closer. She was a real seductress, and we ended up together.” Kira's eyes were full of curiosity. “Go on.”

"Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..." ***** If you would like to learn how Kirstie (Debbie) first met James and Michael, read 'Mastering the Virgin' And the story continues for Kirstie and Ryan when they return in 'Charlotte's Search' (Part Three - 'The Sin Of The Parent')

Kira felt helpless as she watched the situation worsen. " Zahra, I wasn't trying to do anything bad " She didn't know how to explain the situation to the woman. She doubted Zahra would even believe her if she explained. Kira was holding onto Zale because she was afraid of hurting him, he had said very rude things to her, it was surprising how such a young child could say such things.

“Haven’t I been helping you already? I brought you here tonight, didn’t I? I brought you to meet Mr. Hester and Mr. Boston. Those men hold power in the entertainment world. They could give you a rope to climb back up.” Kira sniffed, her voice shaking. “But they… they asked me to drink with them, and I did! I did everything! But now they want to sleep with me!” There was a pause. Then Jessica’s cruel laugh echoed. “And? Haven’t you done that before, Kira? Sleeping with men to climb higher? Why hesitate now?” The words dripped with mockery, cutting like knives. “Shhh!” Kira hissed suddenly, her panic flooding through her voice. “The walls have ears! Don’t speak like that!”

Demi hooked her arm through mine and whispered, "Keira, did you notice? Mr. Hart's ears are red." I hadn't before, but now that she mentioned it, I glanced over. Sure enough, they were. For such a tough guy, his ears turning red was kinda... cute. "Keira, Mr. Hart is so pure. One little hug and his ears are blushing. He's definitely a virgin," Demi whispered, trying to hold back a laugh. I nudged her away. "Seriously? Is there anything else going on in that brain of yours?"

And without another word, she pulled her motorcycle keys from her pocket, gave me that awkward salute of hers, and departed towards the lobby. I stared at her, stunned. Sometimes Kira could be such a teenager, girlish and immature to the point where it drove me crazy. And then in other moments, I realized how truly strong she was. Not because of one thing or another, but because of all of it. Kira was a recovering alcoholic raised in a household with an absent mother. She had been on a trajectory to become Luna of a rival pack until the the love of her life mated with her brother. On top of it, she nearly drank herself to death, was saved by a suspect medical procedure and her mother–to ever

That was enough reason for Herschel to show some mercy. Of course, Charlie himself found this a lot less merciful. It only cemented how much he hated Javier for setting up this trap to harm and damage him. While lying on a hospital bed, Charlie turned to his father’s girlfriend, Kira Yorke. “I don’t care! You’re gonna help me pay him back, or I’ll tell my dad you don’t care about me and let other people beat me up!” Kira used to be in a gang herself, and the expansive tattoos stretching from her left arm all the way to her back were a dead giveaway. She was wearing a pink form-fitting sleeveless t-shirt today, and her ample bosom pressed against the fabric to form a seductive curve.