Kira Kosarin Age Novels & Stories

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"

"A portion of the children after thev turn 18 need to head off to college and see the rest of the world. They generally return in the wake of graduating or completing their preparation. We urge our kin to have abilities and schooling, Life here is not the same as the city. here we live in amicability with nature." Karish continued to list every one of the benefits of his local area until we arrived at the facility. There was a couple in the sitting area and when we ventured inside the specialist came to us. She was a lady in a sterile jacket with a stethoscope around her neck. I would think she was in her fifties in view of the silver hair yet her face looked a lot more youthful. "Stanlay, t

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. ________________________

The man took one look and his face turned a bright red, “Mateo! Are you asking for a death wish?!” On the screen was a blurry old photo of a little girl, about four or five years old, in William's arms. How could he tell anything from this?! “Mr. Thiago, don’t get mad! This is the only photo of Ms. Kira I could find on the entire internet. It’s from twenty years ago, at Mrs. Hamilton's funeral…” Mateo felt as if he was walking on thin ice, he should probably start carrying some emergency meds. Twenty years ago, Kira would have been quite young, about twenty-four or five. Around the same age as Amelia.

Kiara hesitated a little before opening the door to her house, but she did it anyway. Kiara was a sweet young woman with doe-eyed, pure honeycomb eyes that were a sight to behold. Her brown hair was long and stopped at her waist. She had a flat stomach and the ideal amount of breasts and butts; she was curvy, and she had kissable lips. She was average height, had skin that had a special glow, and long, thick black lashes that accentuated her perfect facial figure. Kiara, who was 17 years old and a member of the Moonbeam Pack, resided with her parents in their home with her two sisters.