Kirra Hart Novels & Stories

Kira said coldly, a smirk playing on her lips. “I know.” Ryan swallowed hard, stuttering. “Because the child is mine…” The Hamilton siblings were taken aback. Kira's hand clenched excitedly. This storm had brought her great benefits. “What happened exactly? Tell me.” Ethan demanded in a frosty voice. “I used to be a personal trainer at a high–end gym overseas. That’s where I met Veronica and we grew closer. She was a real seductress, and we ended up together.” Kira's eyes were full of curiosity. “Go on.”

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.”

Her voice rises at the end. "My apologies for that. Actually, Kira is a very developed artificial intelligence who's specialized in diagnosing and treating of people, too." I say to her, but she shakes her head, not buying it. "Well, wouldn't it be safe if we do it the two thousand and twenty-two way, instead of a three thousand-splash-futuristic way?" She's not really asking, and I don't plan on answering that either. However, she is being rhetoric, so it's helping, too.

' Kira thought with lowered gaze, looking like the confused person she is. 'I do know your name, Kira. I know you're not Kara, though I'm glad you're here.' "Hmm." Kira breathed out, finding it odd but then she could use it to her advantage. A voice in her head talking to her like a totally different person..." 'I am different from you, Kira. Kinda. My name is Cara, with a C.' Kira gaped. She has a name and she can spell. 'Look at Arthur Vermont, Kira...'

Kira. "Kira Villin, she made me confess to my sins. I had wanted to kill her too but she overpowered me. Please forgive me. Help me to beg my wife for forgiveness. I killed her mother off so that we would both have her inheritance but it backfires the moment Kira made me confess. Please forgive me. All I ask for is a second chance." Dalton said and everyone gasped. I felt relieved. I almost got the wrong impression but thank goodness everyone heard it from his mouth. Some group of girls rushes closer to him and pushed him on the floor accusing him of killing their female friend. It was such a horrible scene.

She knew that Sr G had everything to do with the mega donation in her life and just like everything she has managed to achieve with her life so far. She moved out of the convent after she turned twenty one, it was a bittersweet moment for her and Sr G but for the other members of the convent they were just happy she was finally leaving. For them it was a case of it being better late than never. There were rumors among them that it was only a matter of time before kira would eventually unleash and manifest the demons that she has been trying so hard to hide ever since she came to the house.

“She shall return satiated and ye shall be safe.” “What does she plan on feeding on?” Tim asked warily. “Blood is what she requires,” Agatha said as she gave him a puzzled look. “Animal or human?” Tim persisted. “Ah, now I understand,” she said with a smile. “Kira is a kindly soul. Now that her head is clear and she thinks like her old self, she seeks only animal blood. She will hunt for a larger beast, such as a deer or a wolf; something that can afford to donate blood without loss of life. Had she not been in such immediate need of blood, she would have spared the squirrels.”

There was no way she could explain how the damn thing came to be in her possession and the thought of it made her almost lose her appetite. “I'll close the tab tomorrow, I'm out of cash today” “Sure thing, honey” Reaching home, Kiara went straight to the shower. She was feeling worse than she did after most performances, and it was certainly a result of her sprint away from Mr. Ring-owner. While the hot water undid some hard knots on her back, she allowed her head to travel back to the time she noticed him. It was right before her final helicopter drop, after she rolled the last layer of fabric around her body. She always took the few seconds before the fall to scan the crowd, see who bore w

Kira stammered, biting down on her lower lip while feeling a bit guilty. Before now, Kira was a total good girl. She had never taken fancy to sex, well, until her stepfather attempted to rape her. Attempt? No, raped her. He had done it terribly and he was never remorseful. On top of this, their mother could not stand up and fight for them. Or better still, do as little as confront her husband. This built Kira’s anger and resentment towards men. Until she met her ex, Mathew. His actions came as a shield to heal her broken heart and she had believed him.

“I felt it was time to break my silence about the events that have been unfolding for me personally over the last few weeks.” There’s a shuffle amongst the press as they eagerly await the chance to snag a useful sound bite. “Some time ago, I announced my marriage to Kiera Hart,” he begins. “I said then that I would only make one statement regarding our marriage, and I meant it. As an exceptionally private person, I consider any details about my life with my wife to be off limits for the press.”