Kurt Hummel Novels & Stories

It turns out, he is a football player from the Giants and my friends were ecstatic to join them in the VIP lounge. Everyone was talking, chatting about this and that, but all I could think about was how disgusted I am to be touched by someone without my permission. “Do you wanna get out of here?” Knox asked me. For the first time since the dance floor, I stared into his face and studied his features. His strong chiseled jaws were being softened by the most vivid blue gray eyes I have ever seen. It holds so much emotion in them, pain and hurt which mirrors mine, but he gave me a heartwarming smile. His low fade golden hair shines under the pale light of the VIP lounge. His broad body was bein

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I expressed sincerely, conveying my appreciation through a nod of respect. Indeed, much like Ruth had assured me, there was no need for concern. In contrast to Hawthorne, Alpha Riel, despite his formidable power, exuded an air of humility. He bore the semblance of a leader steadfast in his commitment to safeguarding those under his charge. His act of forgiveness, even in the midst of conflict with the Crescent Moon pack, illuminated his character. It showcased a man of compassion, one deserving of his leadership role. "Mmm," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. "You're free to go," he stated, offering a nod of dismissal. I turned and retraced my steps, heading back in the direction where

Kim replies smiling at his friend as he taps Russell on his arm before sitting down. ✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m okay, Zach. These don't give pain at all.” He replied, his words broken. Nat was a native Spanish just like me, but his English was quite interesting to hear. “Deus is quite an influential, no?” “He is. But he had angered that boxer.” He leaned back on the couch as I patched up his injuries with a bandage. Several tattoos lingering on his bulky chest. “Proud of that boxer though.” I chuckled, feeling somewhat proud for the unknown human.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.