Kira Kosarin Age Novels & Stories

she smirked proudly, the corner of her mouth creaking with a little wrinkle, attesting to her advancing age. Sometimes, it was easy to forget just how old people were around here. Kira was quite advanced, with a husband and three kids. Yet, she worked so goddamn hard, it makes me envy her herculean endurance, and still had time to give Sora hell. I chuckled, but she didn’t know why. “Alright?”

Chapter Forty-Eight: I Missed You, Aiden Kiara, at the age of Seventeen Seven days before her eighteenth birthday Kiara POV: "All in good time, little one," "We promise it's for the best," "We know it's hard, Kiara. We just ask for your patience." "We won't let you down. Trust us."

"I said you shouldn't interfere, Kathrina…" "You saw what he did," Kathrina said, almost yelling. " I can't just sit down. That girl is Kira. She's in grade 9 and she probably just came down here to give him a cake as a gift for his return, but he," Kathrina paused and pressed her lips. "I can't just sit back and watch." She jerked her hand away as she arose and before I could try to stop her again, she was already kneeling with a knee by the girl.

"TWO?! Oh my god!" Kira chuckled. "Yeah, we just made four months. I’ll be telling the family this Saturday at dinner. I invited Martin’s parents, his sister, her husband... even Knox and Kole. We already filmed the gender reveal too." Sienna shook her head, laughing. "Girl, I would pay to see their faces." Kira shrugged. "I mean, I’m almost 30. I have my own home. I’ve been with Martin since I was, like, 19. It’s not a big deal... except, you know, my dad is really old-school."

The weight of the day settles heavily on my shoulders, and I run a hand through my hair, feeling the tension in my muscles roll. Today was… tiring, to say the least. I spent my morning with Kira and Kat by the pool house and got to learn more about the two of them than I originally thought I knew. Apparently, Kira wasn’t five like I originally thought she was. She’ll be turning six in a month, and her favourite colour is blue because it is the colour of her favourite cartoon character on a TV show about dogs. Kat, on the other hand, was more interested in getting to know me than I thought she would be.

“I should ask how you cope with all the pressure around you and still find a way to look radiant. The thought of being so close to my killer would have me in stitches. And there is your dad who would lose his life sooner than you expect.” Kira inhaled deeply, staring blankly into space. “you know, sometimes I wish the goddess didn't give me another shot at life. It was better when I didn't know anything was going on around me. And in truth I found peace in death, now that I am back here. I spiral alongside the whirlpool of doom and destruction. I really can't explain how I am able to get through it every day.” “Don't say that, it is the goddess didn't bring you back. I would probably not hav

Kir wakes up feeling excited, ready to enact her master plan. Unbeknownst to Alex, she had also invited a few guests to help them out today. After last night's confession, Kir felt that Alex might be too distracted to act his designated part so she decided that it would be wise to have backup. Kir took a quick shower and brushed her hair and teeth. Seeing that she had plenty of time to spare, she decided to do a mermaid braid hairstyle today. After finishing her hair, Kir adds some light foundation to her face before placing forest green eyeshadow and crimson lip gloss.

"Wasn't today your day off?" "Yeah," Kyrian mumbled. Eating his fruit aggressively. "But that bloody director needs a photo urgent." "Language, Kyrian," Kirill warned. Ivan chuckled. "Honestly, little brother, whoever marries you... unlucky guy." "Mom!" Kyrian whined. Aria chuckled soft. "Stop it, Ivan. You should be married first. My baby is still young." Kirill raised an eyebrow. "Your baby is 21, Aria." Banter for a while. Warm family vibes. Then everyone left for work.

the older ones who were relaxing in the sofas greet me in unison. I smile at them and then greet them back. “Does anyone know where Mary is?” I ask them. “She’s in the office” Kira, a seventeen year old who was kicked out by her parents after getting pregnant answers. She got pregnant at fifteen and she has been with us for two years. She decided to keep her baby and we accepted her decision. Monica, her baby girl was a breath of fresh. She was the liveliest baby I’ve ever met and everyone just adores her.