Kitt Ritter Novels & Stories

Kait exclaimed, his legs suddenly shaking as a chill crept down his spine. "Frank Lawrence of Riverton," Frank said as he slowly strode toward Kait. Kai searched his mind but could not remember anyone in Riverton being that impressive a fighter! He might even be a match for the head of Skyblade Dojo! As Frank got ever closer, Kait promptly shouted, "Stop right there! Move another inch, and I'll kill her!" He was self-aware enough to know that he would never beat Frank in a fight after the man mowed down his dozen over goons… But luckily, he had Winter!

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.

I didn't care. They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time. I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.

This time, I was going to turn those tables. Quickly I searched on his website and found the advert for the new strippers. I logged in and created my profile as I applied with a coded name, Kitty. The moment I was done with that, I searched for a number. A couple of rings afterwards and he picked up the phone. "Mrs DeGeneres?"Dominic called out to me "Hello Dom, please initiate the process of divorce. I need the papers tomorrow." I said "Samantha is everything alright?" he asked quickly

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

The name itself is kind of unique because it attracts the people. Right now her bunnies in the BB building are more than 150, trained personally by Cliterella, with a signed contract. "Boss... someone entered the store..." Sierra informed and she looked towards the TV in fear.

*"I will become a counselor at a school for special children, helping them to communicate with others. Why kids? Because they are the future of Pack Kyne. I want them to have the same future as other children by fighting against their limitations.” The questions and answers thrown at each other by Alpha Darren and Diana kept things tense. Because Alpha Darren had never asked that many questions to anyone else. Especially with such intonation and sharp gaze. The other candidates were also tense watching Diana's interview which was recorded and displayed live in front of the room. It went dead silent after Alpha Darren's last question. “Sorry Alpha Darren, are you still going to ask more quest

she whispered and I just looked at her. “He’s an asshole,” I said to her. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said and stood up as the bell rang. I already knew that I’d never be friends with Rick. He was self-centered, cocky and he really believed his status as future Alpha gave him an edge over everyone else. I wanted to shove my fist down his throat and make him whimper with the strength of my aura.

Without saying another word, Hugh grabbed Annie’s hand and instead of turning left to go to the garage, Hugh swung right, stalking towards the doorman’s desk at speed. The doorman was a huge bearded wolf called Camron Kerr. His long dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail. The tattoos on the back his hands and his sheer size gave him a terrifying demeanour which wasn’t at all diminished by his well cut dark suit. The Kerr Clan were a high status clan among the Reiver Pack and were particularly well known for their deadly warrior skills. They were incredibly loyal to their Clan as well as to the Reiver Pack as a whole and this made any Kerr the perfect wolf in all matters pertaining to sec

“They were the same. Same shape. Same gold flecks. Same— hatred.” Kiyan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usual grin replaced by a frown that didn’t suit him. “You’re losing it, Aklan,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Kitty? An assassin? Come on. She’s wolfless. A first-year. She can barely hold a sparring stance without tripping over her own feet.”