Kurt Blaine Novels & Stories

I say. "Because I like it better this way. I don't really want to act all total gay cos you know how I was bullied cos of it and I have a reputation now." He speaks. I wanted to tell him about Billy but then I'm sure Billy will be mad about it. We continued having lunch together and just talked about how he was doing all these years. I didn't expect Kurt would become a college teacher though he qualifies for the spot since he's ridiculously intelligent. "Whenever I have a totally handsome student, I try my hardest to control myself. For example, that handsome guy who was next to you." He speaks.

Chapter 200 Kurt Russell gazed at Clifton and meaningfully smiled. "I want to marry your daughter, Nora," he declared. Clifton's smile froze on his face. "But your wife..." "My wife is gravely ill. The doctors say she doesn't have much time left. We don't have any children, so I want to remarry and secure heirs for my family. Your daughter is the perfect choice for me," Kurt explained nonchalantly. Clifton hadn't anticipated that Kurt's agreement to lend him money was tied to this condition.

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.

It didn’t hit his target but to another balloon with no prize inside. Chris snorted but Kurt didn’t break his concentration and threw the second dart. Chris’ eyes widened when Kurt hit his target. The people around them clapped their hands. Kurt laughed and even bowed to the audiences. “Woah, you’re so annoying. How could you be good at everything?” Chris commented while laughing. The staff gave Kurt the cash prize and it was 5 times of what he paid so he was satisfied. “Well that’s Kurt Lewis for you.” Kurt boasted with a huge grin.

This man had me so far gone, I wanted to shrink just so he could carry me around with him. Feeling like a pervert, my fingers danced through the air as I inched closer and closer until they hovered just above the sheet. Grazing his flesh, he sucked in a sharp breath, and I dared a glance at him. Sighing with relief when he stayed asleep, my shoulders slumped, and I grabbed the material and lifted it—revealing him. His tip winked at me and my mouth fell open as pre-cum dripped down his head like a work of art. Who am I kidding? Shane is art.

Diane's eyes were on someone standing by the door of her office. When Diane finally reach his face, she was surprised to see his blazing eyes looking right at her "Hey, I think you need a break." Kurt greeted her as he walk in to Diane's office, looked around then settled his eyes on her hazel blue eyes directly. Diane drank him in, Kurt was wearing a dark green plaid shirt covered with a leather jacket that only he had and only suited him, his blue jeans and that must have been his boots, also looked sexy always with a mustache on his smile. "Don't you have a job?" Diane asked while teasing him looking focus at her while cocked her head.