Kirk X Lars Novels & Stories

The air was heavy with copper and smoke. Lars stood across from him, grinning despite the gash down his side. “This isn’t over,” Lars said, his voice too calm for the blood on his hands. “I’ll tear down your walls, stone by stone. And when I find her…” His smile sharpened. “…she won’t hide from me.” Carlos tightened his grip on the blade, every muscle in his body trembling with the need to strike again. To end this. But Lars was already retreating, his men dragging back into the shadows of the forest, their howls fading into the night.

"She's mine, don't try to seduce her with that pitiful appearance." Eira sat back in her original position, crossed her legs, and looked at Lars with a sarcastic look “Don't be complacent. If I'm not happy, and disagree, you'll be far from marrying Kee." “Our business has nothing to do with you,” Lars said, looking down at Keelin. “Is that right?” But contrary to Lars' thoughts, Keelin didn't answer, just rolled her eyes at him. “Kee, right?” Lars repeated, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

This was not particularly so suspicious had Lars didn't see something he wasn't meant to see a month prior. Since then, Lars had been deeply invested spying on his neighbor, Mr. Magnus Musgrave. Although, he was not just a mere neighbor as he was a cherished family friend. Lars and Len's mother, Alicia Sykes, even had repeatedly expressed her gratitude for having him around to help them get through everything.

Kir shrugs as she continues to work through the movements. Linaria frowns at the last bit of Kir's explanation but hides her disapproval and asks, "want to spar a bit?" Kir ceases her movements and her jaw drops as she flicks her head in Linaria's direction. "Really?" She asks, a feline tail popping out from behind her. Linaria simply nods her head, a smile forming on her face.

Alexander's text was like a thunderclap in a drought-ridden land, instantly detonating the entire Zabaleta. "Mister Lars, hello, hello!" In the Zimler Entertainment office, Kelvin answered the call again, instinctively forcing a smile as he spoke, "Didn't I have someone deliver the tickets to you? They should have been delivered yesterday... Wait, what?" Mister Lars' voice audibly quivered, mixed with a somewhat unnatural attempt to please. "Mister Scruggs, I've instructed someone to return the tickets to you. Please don't take this matter to heart.

"Yes. Isn't it a brilliant idea? We both stand to benefit immensely from this arrangement. Don't tell me you aren't interested." Kirk remained stone-silent for a few agonizing seconds. Then, a low chuckle broke from his lips, quickly escalating into a full, cynical laugh. Laureen’s eyes narrowed into slits as she stared at him across the table. "What's so funny?" Kirk’s laughter snapped shut, his expression instantly hardening back into a serious mask. "It seems you have a fundamental misunderstanding of what Cyan and I actually are." "What's there to misunderstand? Don't tell me you don't have feelings for her—"

“No idea what you’re talking about. About the northeastern quadrant patrol–” Lars’ deep, accented voice says, “Javi is right.” Normally he ignores Javier whenever he tries to get a rise out of me, since it never works. Until now. And now Lars is actually getting up from his chair to investigate. Damn it. The giant Norwegian blond comes closer to me, peering at me with bright blue eyes. “He’s right. You’re… glowing.” I frown. “Are both of you high? I don’t fucking glow.”

Freya said. After sighing and exhaling many times, she finally nodded firmly. "Alright. Let's do it." Atla and Freya looked at each other with proud smiles. Neither of them knew that Elena was a young tycoon. She wanted to make a friend who was sincere to her regardless of what she had. "Call me Lars. Narve is my nickname. It's actually my last name." "Elena." They shook hands. It turned out that Lars wasn't as scary as she had imagined. He didn't seem as judgmental or mean-spirited as she often saw in Lucas' eyes.

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

Each one of them bowed their heads. “I present to you, the next Alpha of the Stella pack,” My Dad began, raising my hand, “Alpha Cato Loren!” The crowd burst into applause as I gazed out at them, my shoulders back and my chin high. “His Luna, Jessica Michaels. And his Beta, Elias Smith.” The crowd only grew wilder, their howls and whistles echoing through the forest. My parents and Blair stepped off the podium, leaving the three of us. Me in the middle, Elias and Jess on either side.