Kirby Anders Novels & Stories

Kirby’s voice was loud and filled the space. “I’m…I’m twenty-two, ma’am,” he replied, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. “Do you have siblings?” She continued her line of questioning, slowly pacing around the guy. He nodded, before quickly adding a verbal response. “Yes, ma’am. I have a little sister who is nine years old.” “Hmm…” Kirby finally stopped pacing, and she was right in front of him. Their faces were close to each other and she had a stiff look on hers. After a few seconds, Ben tried to speak but she stopped him.

“You think Jackie came easily to me the first time?” Kirby laughed. “Yeah, I see your point. But, she’s not an ordinary woman. She’s a Garvey. They’ll dig their heels in and fight to the finish if need be.” “Yeah, but I don’t know,” Nick said. “Just think about it.” Nick nodded. “Now, help me stretch. I want you to spot me on the bars,” Kirby said.

Kirby went silent, wondering how the situation had quickly spurned around to point accusing fingers at her. "Are you going to sit down here accusing me or are you going to help me protect Carrie and find out who this person who looks like you is?" She asked Instead. "Why? You said the cops are handling it. People like me and the cops don't usually get along at all." Andrea replied, holding her head with her free hand. "I need to know who did that to Carrie. I don't care if it's your sister, the Forbes or some other psycho mafia group, I'm going to get revenge for her." Kirby vowed and tried to get up but got knocked back to her seat by a light kick from Andrea.

Kir looks around for a moment, causing Alex to copy the action. “What’s up?” Alex whispers. Kir’s cat-like ears pop up again as she continues scanning their surroundings. “Alex, let’s have some fun.” Kir says with a mischievous grin. “Okay..” Alex responds with confusion. Kir shifts into her large blue wolf and runs off, leaving Alex standing there in awe. Alex shakes his head and looks around, completely lost on what he is supposed to be doing.

The question was posed delicately, aiming to understand the reasoning behind the shift without offending. "Sure, I understand your concern," Anderson replied with a gentle smile, sensing the sincerity in the elder's words. "My journey has been a bit complicated. You see, I've always been known as Anderson Klein, but recently I've come to embrace another part of my identity—Bash Myers."

"Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister." Suddenly, a blurry image attacked my head making me feel dizzy. Two people are talking and I could barely hear them talk. It was us. Cyrus and I. We indeed talked about his relationship with the rest. And she was here last night, Tristan and that guy. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. I nodded my head yes. "By the way, who was that guy Tristan and Cyrene were with last night?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "His name is Andy, the guy I told you about at the company. He just didn't make it that day since I asked him to do something for me."

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

I was feeling that way when we were in the bathroom. "Bec, listen to me." Will begins. "Andrea." I interrupt him, looking back to him. He eyes at me in question. To hell with it, I roll me eyes, "My name is Andrea." "Now that, that makes sense to me." Brian smirks. "Andrea," Will smiles as he says my name, "This is going to sound crazy okay? But it's all true. Those guys you say are your brothers. They're dangerous, they... aren't human. They're vampires. That's why they can do mind manipulation like today. They can confuse you and give you thoughts that aren't your own." All thoughts disappear from my mind as I listen to him talk.

Anders It was late as we made our way to the Silver Springs Pack. Conversations with Delta Jeremy proved to be quite insightful and he seemed more than willing to help us out. I was not so naive to believe that the Delta might not be honest with me, but I did trust Harley’s judgment of him. Harley. I was disappointed that the celebration had been cut short. Grey was disappointed that the office mating process had not been completed, but the thought of fighting had changed his tune. He was still grumbling, but I promised him that I would shift and that seemed to appease him.