Kny Aoi Novels & Stories

“The rules are we share. That’s it. What’s yours is ours, brother.” Before Keane could make a rebuttal, the door opened again, and Beau stepped in, closing it behind him and then turning the lock three times, just like he always did. Diagnosed with a severe form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, not even the meds took away all the symptoms. We loved him anyway. “What’s the problem in here, gentlemen?” he asked. “I could hear shouting down the hall.” “Keane met the new intake,” I said. “But he’s trying to claim her for himself.”

She looked spellbound. All of a sudden, lightning and thunder grumbled through the night sky. The crowd didn't seem to be bothered by the impending rain. Jesse and K wouldn't give a damn about it, too. As for K, she was having the time of her life. A little rain on a hot and humid New York summer night in the middle of a fucking concert wouldn't hurt. Murmurs filled the air as the audience waited for the next act. Jesse turned to K, leaning towards her ear. "Can you tell me what K stands for?"

" I could see Desert fighting to keep Sandy under control so going behind her I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck to calm her down before looking at Donny, "Well?" "Err I... I... well I'm not supposed to say" "Oh well that's ok, if he's not supposed to say, well Ocean why don't we go have a nice cup of tea?" Acre's voice dripped sarcasm. Looking around the kitchen everyone was confused by how much Donny knew, even Shannon and Mitch were looking at him curiously, Brie was the only one who kept her face blank, making me more suspicious. In a split second, I had let go of my mate and had Brie pinned to the kitchen door with my hand around her throat ready to snap it,

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before hesitantly looking up. And there he was. Kane Shawn. Leaning against her booth like he belonged there, staring at her with that ridiculously gorgeous face. His hoodie was still up, casting a shadow over his sharp features, but those eyes—light blue, glowing under the dim lights—locked onto her like she was the only thing in the room. Kill. Me. Now. "I—I—" she started, still rubbing her head, her brain scrambling for something normal to say. "You okay?" he asked, his voice dipping with concern as he made a move to come around the counter.

But the person that enters isn't Andrew. “What is it, Tekna?" asks the man, the look in his eyes telling Mia that she should forget Andrew for the time being. She's the one in trouble, it seems. "Who are you?" she asks. "I'm Quinn," he replies, pulling out a baton that begins to sizzle with electric current, “and you and I are long overdue for a chat.”

he said so coldly. But Aoi didn’t back down, “I said in the front door.” he then starts to walk, making Nathan have no choice but to follow him, than hurting Zitrey arm. He then started to throw some questions, “Who are you? What is your connection to Zitrey? She never did mention you before. Why those people and you kept calling her Crimson Blade? What is this Dark Moon anyway? And why you people want her to die?!” his voice on the last question was mixed with angriness, the rest he just started to be bubbly.

E. When I climbed out of the shower, Chey sent me a glare, and I walked over to my closet with my towel wrapped around me. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple tank top, and a blue v-neck shirt that goes on top showing the purple on the chest and at the bottom of the shirt. It was casual and was in no way showy or date-worthy. When Chey climbed in the shower, I locked the main door and changed right there in the room.

"The Supermen." Dennis placed his right hand on the top of his desk and immediately, a green light ran through the glass and his palm. "Clearance approved," the AI announced and a section of the top slid open to bring up a black manila folder. He passed it to Megan. Project Olympus. That was the title on the folder. Opening it, Megan discovered that it was a collection of detailed information on Jay, Adolf and Kei: their physiological stats, power description and stats, even their medical history. Everything had been documented in details.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

He just wanted to hear her voice, and once he did, he was fine. "Hey, gorgeous,” Alyona said as she entered Ida’s ward with Khloe, Davina, and Zeke. “ Hi guys,” she responded, happy. She was already bored in the hospital. She had spent three days in the hospital and was leaving that day. Elon had gone to drop Kayden off at school and was on his way back to pick up his wife and daughter from the hospital. “ Where’s my little angel?” Khloe asked, walking to the baby’s cot.