Kourtney Kardashian Novels & Stories

In a way, she had unlocked a part of him that had remained hidden for a long time. Within 5 minutes, his phone buzzed, bringing him back to reality. It was a message from Kourtney, a simple "Goodnight" with a playful emoji. He couldn't help but smile, one of the first genuine ones in a long time. *********** The next day, Kourtney kept herself buried in her work as usual. She had been attending back-to-back meetings all morning long concerning the impending Silverstone Gala planning. It was one of the most crucial events of the year, and she was determined to make it a resounding success.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

"Zoe, you apologize to that girl today!" "Dad!" "You have to leave!" Kourtney was just leaving school when Jeff came to pick her up. Instead, she saw a familiar figure waiting for her. "Zoe, what are you doing here?" Once again she scrutinized Kourtney, all dressed in cheap clothes, and Zoe's eyes showed undisguised dislike. This Kourtney didn't look like anyone associated with Novo Corporation or the Howard Group. Kourtney looked at Zoe, whose face was all arrogance.

Her entourage quickly chimed in, "Do you even know who you're talking to? This is Victoria Kourtney, daughter of Stellar Media's CEO." Stellar Media? One of the largest entertainment conglomerates on the East Coast, even more influential than the Chancer family. No wonder she acted so entitled. Sarah responded with subtle sarcasm, "I'm just a university psychology counsellor How could I possibly be acquainted with someone of your status?"

“Since you’re here, Selena, why don’t you make your sister’s favorite risotto? Surely you’re not here to play Luna, are you?” My fists curled. The sting in her words was nothing new. But then heels clicked on the stairs, and Kourtney appeared. She looked different from the eighteen-year-old I last saw—short blonde hair now, and holding the hand of a little boy. A child? My eyes widened. She had a child? Since when? Why had no one told me? Was she married? I saw no ring. “Hey, Kourtney—” But she swept past me like I didn’t exist, straight into the arms of the others.

I don't know if it was real, but it was something. Eve gave birth to a girl. A beautiful Latina baby. Eve and Keith named her Kourtney. A beautiful name for a beautiful baby. Over the years, Eve and I have been close friends, it feels like we were in highschool again. Derrick and Raymond got married last year here in New York. It was a blast and Killian and I graced the couple's wedding in style. My brother, Antonio, and his baby's mother Grace have been going on dates lately. According to Antonio, he said he wants to give them a chance again.

Her chest rose and fell steadily as she sauntered towards my direction, shaking her head. "Xavi,you should listen to yourself! How in the world am I supposed to know who had torn your passport plus I don't know the password to your phone so please tell me how in the world would I know the password to your safe!" Kourtney said confidently with her hands crossed over chest. Never in my life have I ever seen someone who was as manipulative as Kourtney. A scoff that broke into laughter escaped my lips and the only thing I wanted to do at the moment was strangle life out of her.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Not when she was looking at me like a friend. “I... I wanted to see you,” I replied. A lie. Or maybe a half-truth. Her face lit up. She looked thrilled. She even hugged me like we were longtime besties. “Aww! That’s so sweet, Kourtney. I wanted to see you too,” she said. “Ever since I was young, I’ve been a huge fan of your mom. I even collect her old magazine covers—can you believe that? She’s my idol. She’s the reason I got into modeling.”

“What planet are you on? She’s Kourtney. As in, the Kourtney Saunders?” The name doesn't ring a bell. At all. Jerry shakes his head. “Look it up!” I pick up my phone and type her name into G****e. A page pops up within seconds. My eyes widen as I read the overview. Kourtney J. Saunders is an American supermodel. Beginning her career at age 15, she has worked with several top brands. According to Forbes, she's one of the richest under 30 models in the world. Net worth: 500 million.