Kuki X Wally Novels & Stories

Tilly's warning words echo in my mind. Swallowing, I blink awake. Above me lurks a man with a gleaming smile, far too bright with far too many teeth. "Everything is fine." I lie as Wally's face comes into focus. "Just peachy." "Good," he nods, satisfied. "I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable. I have a surprise for you," he holds out a hand. "It'll be a fun little break. Wanna take a ride?"

He smiled back at her and slowly walked towards her. Allison noticed Xalia’s silence and she looked in the direction she was staring at. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Allison muttered and looked at Xalia who was smiling. He got to them and Allison scoffed. “Mrs. Wade.” “Cody.” Xalia replied. “I’m sorry. I didn't notice this when we met earlier. You look so stunning.” He complimented and Xalia blushed. “Hi, nice to meet you.” He turned to Allison and she ignored him.

My whole body tingling as if I’d been set on fire. My whole life I’d been taught that the Blood Moons were awful, barbaric, stupid slobs. However, the more I looked around, the more they just seemed like normal wolves, just going about their lives. “Oooh, they’ve got booze!” Lucy yelled over the music. “Let’s get some punch, I bet it’ll calm your nerves.” I wasn’t exactly sold on the idea—I had never drunk before except ceremonial wine—but as he shoved the cup into my hand and the scent of vodka and fruit hit my nose and I stared into the red solo cup, I just shrugged and slammed it.

“Hell, Trak … the entire point of Feral Passions is for us to find mates. I think we’ve found ours as well.” Trak leaned back in his chair and stared at the two men. “You, too? Anne’s sister and Steph?” “Yep.” Wils grinned at Ronan. “We’re a team. Turns out Steph and Christa are, too, and they both like both of us. Face it, Trak. It just doesn’t get any better.”

One in particular caught my attention and I found myself pausing to look at it. It was a tribute to the top students of the Lunar Academy with their names, species, and photos. Xaden Gresham, Werewolf. Zach Gresham, Werewolf. Harley Burlow, Werebear. Damien West, Wizard. “Wonder if I will meet your brother today.” I found myself asking, my eyes stuck on the picture of Zach. He had similar features to Xaden, such as his nose and lips. They also had similar body types. However, Zach had blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, whereas Xaden had black hair and forest-green eyes.

“Xella, I told you before that I do not want to involve my father in any of my own affairs in the future. Get behind me. It’s okay. I will solve this matter!” Waylon replied. “Ahh? But Waylon…” “Just stand behind me!!” Waylon roared at Xella. Xella nodded timidly. Despite being yelled at, she suddenly felt a strong sense of security deep down in her heart. She obediently stood behind him. “Big War, my name is Waylon Letts. I started a small company of my own. I know how famous you are in the underground industry. My godbrother from Mayberry City knows who you are too.”

Kylan said as he grabbed Kai’s hand and pulled him gently towards him. “Sometimes I hate Kylan,” Kaia said with an expression and Kyla laughed. “Me too,” she said and they all laughed. Kylan frowned at them and Kai smiled a little making sure no one caught his smile. ~ Xalia spent all day at her office in the warehouse working. She runs all the company's work herself, she just needs people to be the face. And it isn't just females she picks, she picks men too, and different ages. Middle-aged men or women, youths. Anyone she wants to pick.

“You sound almost as off-balance as the young lady we are waiting to hear from.” Mr. Waddlebug’s stare intensified as if he were attempting to burn Corey with only his eyes. After a moment with no result, he gave up and asked instead, “And what of that? The obvious mental peculiarities of Ms. Fizzlestitch? I know she is of no danger, but won’t she be quite difficult to work with?”

It’s a heavily built man dressed in a suit, I guess he’s their bodyguard. “Alright.” Xavier says, smiling a bit. “See you later.” We wave like a bunch of teenagers, watching them leave through the door. “Damn.” Hudson says when they are out of sight. “They are so freaking cool.” “Yup, they sure are.” I say, my phone pings with a text and it’s from Isabella, Wanda’s cousin. Last week, I officially asked her to be my girlfriend; she swatted my arm and glared at me, asking me why I didn’t ask her out sooner. Ever since then, we have always been together.