Kira Kosarin Age Novels & Stories

she added. "You are married?" Emera couldn't hide his surprise in his voice. "Not yet but I will soon be, once I clock 23 years. I could have gotten married to Dean since but he is waiting when I reach twenty three before I will become his bride," Kira said with a smile as her eyes met with her father. "You are going to like him, father." she added. "Dean?" Emera asked with his eyes wide open in shock. "As in Ariadne brother?" he asked to be sure he heard right.

I say as I fasten my seatbelt. Kira nods, putting the car in drive, “It’s no problem. I work at the castle; it’s on the way anyway,” She pauses, “Plus, you and Rae are like sisters to me. I promise to keep my mouth shut and be your ears on the inside when you land the surrogate position,” she says confidently, and I chuckle softly as she grabs my hand. Kira is an orphan, just like Rae and me. We all grew up in the same orphanage and looked after one another the best we could. After Kira aged out, she got a job in the castle as a maid.

another chimed in. “I know,” the first voice sighed, then blurted out, “How about we seduce him...” My brow twitched. This girl was really something. “Gross. Why would you even think that, Kiera?” Sofia’s voice came out shaky but full of disgust. I cringed. Was it really that bad? Of course it was. I was almost sixteen years older than her — nearly as old as her 42-year-old father. Yeah, I’d read her profile.

Enkeli wasn't sure if Kira actually believed her or was playing along with it out of courtesy. Kira was wearing a crimson colored dress with black heels. She wasn't too curvy but she had a model's body. Sleek slim long legs with a tiny waist. Enkeli was more on the medium BMI side. She looked gorgeous, Enkeli had to admit. Her 5'6 figure was 5'9 with the heels she wore. Meanwhile she was only 5'4. She didn't have a problem with her height though, she thought it would be useful to escape.

Beside him stood someone I hadn’t seen before — her presence unmistakably spirited even from a distance. “Alara,” Ronan called lightly, “come meet someone.” I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist and stepped forward. The young woman bounced slightly on her toes as I approached. She was around my age — maybe a year younger — with deep green eyes, a sharp smile, and auburn hair tied back in a messy but confident braid. There was something radiant about her, the kind of energy that pulled people in. “This,” Ronan said, faint amusement tugging at his mouth, “is my sister, Kira. Kira Lockhart.”

he growls, shaking his head, and Kira rolls her eyes. “How are you going to establish a Vega pack without a VEGA as its Alpha? Think about it, Arkyn! Yuki is-” “Still young!” Oh, fuck! I didn’t think she’d mention the whole Yuki thing here! But then again, it's a better platform than any; in front of all these people who will most likely agree with Kira. “She’s nearly twenty years old and you’ve kept her hidden!” Kira exclaims, causing us all to feel extremely uncomfortable. No one stands up to Arkyn like she does, and it's not like she’s disrespecting him, either.

I coldly spoke, my words exuding power and anger, making her flinch. Dante's grip on her waist tightened and I felt another surge of anger in him spike—but I was least bothered. He would have to think twice before touching the Luna and I was sure he wasn't so dumb to try it. "She doesn't know her..." "Then is she an imposter?" "I told you, didn't I? The Luna gave birth to one child... So whoever this girl is, she's a fraud." The whispers grew louder and I inwardly smirked "My name is... Ki..Kira"

Kiara was all smiles, surrounded by her friends as she looked into the mirror. It was her 19th birthday and the hall downstairs has been decorated in a birthday theme fitting for the daughter of an Alpha, but that was not the only reason she was so excited. “Are you ready to finally find your mate?” “How excited are you?!" Two of her friends, Tanya and Chloe asked, and she blushed.

“Kiara.” I looked at him and was about to argue when Raven, my feisty sexy temperamental best friend came running over. Raven was a little younger than me and still 17 years old. She had her black hair cut in a bob with bangs with red and plum streaks in it. The most unique thing about her was her mix-matched eyes. The left was an icy blue and the right was a blue-green. Did I mention she was also tiny at 4 feet 9 inches? “Kia!” she said, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me tightly. She was dressed all in black, I don’t think she owned many other colours. Maybe the occasional purple or red.

Kira walked away with the memory of Knight's hands on her and the knowledge that was all she could let herself have. She was twenty-eight years old and a Special Forces operative. Her life belonged to the Strike Force. But for the first time in a long, long time, Kira wished it didn’t. ________________________