Kira Stand Novels & Stories

He went around to go back to his spot at the Broadway street sign, and surprised to see that K was already standing there. She was wearing a flowy, full-length black skirt with little white daisies printed all over the fabric. She paired it with a cute and cropped little white tee with the words YES. NO. MAYBE. sprawled on the chest area, an oversized denim jacket on top of it, and matched them with beige suede ankle boots. Her dark hair was in wild, loose curls. Her eyes were so bright - they gleamed and sparkled as the brilliant lights from the digital billboards hit her pupils. She was almost completely covered, very modest, except for her exposed tiny midriff because of the little crop t

Keira sighed and continued studying. Keira has a high IQ of 155 just a shy away from being a genius, this aspect of her makes the learning a breeze, as long as she gets the concept it is as if her brain is wired to understand everything. “ring, ring” It’s Tara, Keira was nervous to answer the call, she’s not sure if Tara knows what happened with her and Stephen. “Yes, sis?” “It’s been a while, are you up for some coffee?” “Okay, text me the address, I will be there.”

"You should be thankful. Without Zev and the medics, you’d be dead." "Without me," I correct, "you all would be." Her nostrils flare. I swear I see a flicker of rage in her eyes. "You think that makes you important? "Her jaw tightens. “You think this is a joke?” “No,” I say calmly. “But your tone is.” Kira takes a step forward, but Luna Kasha lays a hand on her arm, just lightly. A silent command. Kira breaks the silence. “She shouldn’t even be here. She’s a rogue. An omega. No one even knows who she is.”

D’Angelo With fear in her bright blue eyes, Kira studied me. She had every right to become afraid and defensive. She remained silent and I watched her. The amount of control this girl had over me was insane. She was making me change rules that were never meant to be altered—a century-old tradition that would make my father recoil in his grave. "You can't do that," she repeated softly. “Please.” Kira and I belonged to different social classes, but I could see that she wasn't as shy as I'd assumed. Even in the face of intimidation, she exhibited common sense, boldness, and even a hint of resistance.

Guess who's POV The one and only Elena (El) I have known Kira for so long that some people may mistake us for chi,hood friends not that l mind. We all make mistakes it's just a choice a make either we make it destroy the rest of the life or we make it shine and get a ten fold of what you ever wanted. That's what Kira did, Kayla is a blessing in disguise , Kira didn't let that bring her down to the worst behind recovery.

Kira stood on her own for the first time on a Tuesday morning in the week after Aldric's visit, which was not a Tuesday that had anything else notable about it, no council filings due, no intelligence reports flagged, just a regular Tuesday in the compound, and the fact that it happened on a regular Tuesday was something Jasmina found herself thinking about afterward. She'd been in the central working space with Sable and Kira, the morning session, and Kira had been moving around the perimeter of the space the way she'd been doing for two weeks, pulling herself up against the low shelf and the padded bench Sable had added, making circuits of the room in her standing-with-support mode with th

Kira was kneeling and sucking on his dick while Ezekiel moaned delightfully. Goodness. Kira wasn’t just doing that. She had only her panties on. Her bra was gone too. Who knew if they had just finished a round of sex?

And that was the last thing I saw before everything went black. --- EVENING Kira’s POV “Are you sure you’re okay, Kira? You know you can always talk to me,” Madam Kim said gently as I packed up to leave. I rolled my eyes. Lately, ever since the theft incident, she’d been trying to act all warm and kind toward me, and it was kind of weird. “I’m fine,” I replied shortly with an eye roll. “C’mon, Kira—” “I said I’m fine, okay?” I snapped, already getting irritated.

Then she looked at me, then at Juniper, and finally at Dominic’s massive form standing at the foot of the bed. "Where... where am I?" Kira asked, her voice cracking, dry and raspy like sandpaper. She gripped the edges of her tactical vest, her knuckles turning white as she shrank away from us. She looked directly into Dante’s golden eyes, her expression completely blank, devoid of any recognition. "Who are you people?" she whispered. "Who... who am I?" The entire room went dead silent again. The joyous shouting cut off instantly, leaving only the steady, rhythmic chirp-chirp-chirp of the heart rate monitor filling the quiet air.

Stricken with fear, I dared to twirl around and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I bumped into master Kieran. I choked hard, coughing loudly as I flew away from him. My eyes began to water both from fear of being caught and choking on the grape. “You must be enjoying yourself.” He finished with a nod. Although his tone was light, his eyes were anything but cool. A shiver ran through me when I dared to meet his eyes. Never have I seen a soul as empty as his. He looked so cold and defiant, like he had nothing to lose and only now, did I confirm the few rumors of some slaves that had been unfortunate enough to cross him.