Kitt Ritter Novels & Stories

Mitsuhide said in a tone that left Kit looking up to him, “I do believe we can fit a small party into our already busy day, don’t you think, my dear?” “I think you are right.” Kit said as she was looking at him and knew he was doing this for her. He wanted to shut her mother up. He wanted to leave Kit alone so she could open her own eyes and see him in the new way he saw her. “Good,” Mitsuhide said. “We are almost there.” “Mom, I got to go.” Kit said as she looked around. “Kiersten Marie, who was that?” her mother demanded. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.

No, Lou could not hit Kit out of jealousy and drown her in the Thames, because he knows perfectly well where she is, with whom and what she is doing. What's her name, Keith? Full name, surname, age, special signs. - Kit, Kitsune - this is a nickname ... - Tom gave her real name, described her appearance, then realized - there is a photo, as much as you like. And on his phone, and just on the network. The sergeant chuckled meaningfully, looking at her image, and asked: — Drugs? - Not! - Tom felt that he was about to break loose and destroy half the site here. What fucking drugs? She doesn't even smoke! Two cocktails for the whole evening!

Unfortunately, a lot of alpha's take this as a free pass to act like entitled assholes who go around pushing everyone aside, and treating them like garbage. I'm glad I was mated to a great guy because Ricky is the total opposite of this. He seems ruthless and goes around with an angry-looking face all the time, but I know better. He's my Ricky. The protector and loving alpha to the Dark Moon wolves. And I love him.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Yet, no one dared to question him. Because Ryker Wraithe wasn’t just a wildcard… He was the hunter. The one who eliminated five powerful Alphas during the overnight survival trial. Five different forests. Five separate kills. He didn’t wait for the morning bell, he went from one Alpha to the next, forest after forest, like death itself was bored and looking for sport.

Katie shouted at Dessler. Kiran hadn't expected Katie to speak up for him, but he didn't turn around, continuing forward. Dessler laughed, looking at Kiran, saying, "I don't know what you did to make these fools believe you can win." Dessler addressed the crowd, "Martial arts are ranked by levels. Kiran is only at Level Three Tempered Body, while I'm at Level Five. At Level Five, I can prevent my tendons, bones, and skin from being harmed. So how can Kiran kill me?"

"Where is it?" Kritter had been the eyes and ears of the organisation “I is Free” for five years, ever since the Slaves decided to have a representative body. He was wearing a white three piece suit with pearl white sued shoes and a white panama hat with a brown ribbon. "Here," he pointed with a stubby finger, "a dwarf named Kranky and another one. They ambushed a human at Apsara Talkies and duelled with none other than Mr. Kane Morgan."

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!