Kurt Blaine Novels & Stories

Lynn asks, and my eyes snap to her blue ones? I don't want to claim Curt, but he did say when he was ready to date, he would be with me. But maybe that was before he knew that he had options. Lynn is pretty. Beyond pretty, she is breathtaking. She is built more like Leena; tall, slim, blonde, and blue-eyed. Definitely more Curt's level than I am. Curt is a 6'2" naturally athletic, gorgeous man. My head falls, and I give her a small shrug before answering. "He said he did," I answer

I say, waving him off. “Yeah, but it would have taken us a few more rounds to figure that out and who knows what would have happened by then. You’re good at this,” Jimmy says. He does the Vanna White wave to tell me to go into the locker room and then closes the door behind me, leaving me alone with Kurt. What I am unprepared for is seeing Kurt coming out of the showers with just a towel on. Around his shoulders, not his waist.

How could he blame him for those things? Kurt couldn't stop loving his father or blaming him. That was why he wanted to see the old man for the last time. If there was just a little hope of making his father accept KuLaa and his family, Kurt wanted to explore it. With Adolph dead, Dad should listen to me, right? The vicious Kurt from his past berserk self was gone and in its place was the soft-spoken, jovial, easy-going Kurt from before he lost KuLaa.

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

Even Cody managed a gruff, “You’re one of the good guys, boss.” Someone on the edge of the crowd clapped. “I wondered what all the commotion was about,” Kurt said. His voice was calm and resonant. He walked towards me, hand extended. When I shook it, his hand was firm, his palm dry. I’d just bet he was brilliant at addressing the board. Still, he didn’t look like a titan of industry. He was dressed in a navy button-down shirt and dark jeans. He looked like he’d spent the morning actually working, not just presiding.

Unlike Nathan, who was a famous playboy and man of the women, Damon has always kept a low profile and stuck hard on waiting for his mate. “Nathan we don't get much every day, let us enjoy it while it lasts” Kurt answered coming from behind. Joining his brother to train has been one of the most tedious jobs with interest he has ever done. Unlike the castle which consisted of only meetings and spending, Kurt was rather having a good time.

the man show cynical smiled while Kurt’s meddling in their business "I'm Kurt Mcveigh and Diane Lockhart is my wife" Kurt answered and turned to the man with a sharp gaze, everyone in the room gaped and coughed, swallowed his lump, Malcolm look at Kurt with narrowed eyes. "Nice to meet you I’m Malcolm Overby. Sorry if you’re feeling offended” Malcolm stretched out his hand, but Kurt just glared at him not stretching out his hand, with the elevator door opened, Kurt walk out left them. When Kurt is not far away, it turns out that Malcolm is following him

"I just never thought that…" Kurt was one of the bravest and most ruthless of all of Luke's men. Out of all of them, he had been selected to become Luke's personal bodyguard and had assumed this role for many years. Thus, it was safe to say that Kurt was one of the most outstanding fighters in Sea City. Why did he end up like this? This was why Gwen had hesitated when she first laid eyes on him. She could not believe that the formidable man she once knew would end up vulnerable and homeless.

To her, he was synonymous with being a liar. Javier did not care. Kurt was Bella’s younger cousin, after all. He would help if he could, so it did not matter. While Kurt was still pleading with Kellyanne, he walked off to the side to make a call. “Mm, the name’s Kurt Caruso. Check it out and call me back soon.”