Kya Name Novels & Stories

Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling. Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven. Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands? Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.

Then he looked up at me, voice hoarse. “What’s his name?” I swallowed. “Lyon.” Kael blinked. His mouth parted like he hadn’t heard me correctly. “Wait… what?” I nodded slowly. “His name is Lyon.” He stared at me for a moment longer, stunned. Then I laughed—tired but real. “Crazy, right?” Kael sat back on his heels, still trying to process it. “You named him after him?”

God, I hope he hasn’t asked a question and I’ve been too busy drooling to realize it. “So what’s your name if it’s not coffee girl?” I glance pointedly at the growing group of girls who are avidly watching our exchange before my gaze arrows right back to his. For just a moment, I feel like Alice in Wonderland tumbling down the rabbit hole. My belly even dips as if I’m truly falling. How is that even possible? “Does it really matter?” Okay. Good. That came out just cool enough to sound unaffected. Even though I am totally and unequivocally affected.

"You can take this place as your new home, okay?" I nodded slowly, a small smile curving my lips. "By the way dear, what is your name?" "Kyra" I responded. "oh that's a nice name dear" she smiled at me. I smiled back. Maybe… just maybe, this was the beginning of something good. And maybe, just maybe, this was the first step in the path to my revenge.

"Yes?" "That's the cooks kitchen. The next is a private one." I smiled. "Thanks again. And your name is?" "Kaya." I lifted a brow." Swedish?" "No. African." "Ohh.. I see. Nice name by the way. You can call me Katy. I'll see you around, Kaya." She smiled back at me then bowed her head curtly as I turned around and headed for the kitchen. The private one. My breath nearly hitched when I arrived in the kitchen. Karen was in it with a few people, about four or five, wearing aprons and caps. It was as if she felt my presence because she turned around and flashed me a smile. "Morning, Kait."

I cried at the same time. "Hello kids, I'm James but you can call me Kuya! So, what do you want to do?"

Kuya is four years old to me, so if Kylie is his age, she is also four years old to me. Would a man younger than her really want it? I heard the non-stop ringing of his cellphone Brother I immediately looked for it, it was just behind me under his pillow. I took it and was about to leave when I saw the ID caller. Kylie Rivera, Babe Kuya's girlfriend! So I immediately went downstairs to give Kuya his phone, my princess the green button so he can answer his call. Immediately my heart beat very fast when I put the phone to my ear. I wonder what her voice sounds like, sweet. Sexy? Until I heard that he said hello on the other line! Tangina! Her voice is sweet and sexy! I looked at the bottom of

"So you decide to test them." "I am sorry for deceiving you. But as you now know, it was necessary." She answers and sighs. "Now we can properly make acquaintances. My name is Kya." She takes a sit on a rock nearby. Astrid and Loras still look at her dumbfounded. Loras is the first one to pull himself together, clearing his voice.

There was a large fridge taking over a lot of space in the small kitchen. "Good morning," I said quietly, surprisingly gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Our floor mainly consisted of females saved for a few other guys that were already thinking of moving to a house. "Karma is a bitch," one of the girls commented. Kyra was her name and the last I checked we got along fine when I first arrived. "What," I said confused, glancing towards Jade, who was sipping her coffee slowly while leaning against the small kitchen counter. I tilted my head slightly at the intensity of her brown eyes. "What did I do!?"

“Can you promise to listen carefully to me?” Kiara glanced at Kyrie before she looked back and nodded at me, “Okay, mommy. I will…” Kyrie slowly stood up before he sat on the edge of the bed, just beside Kiara who was surprised by what he did. “Baby,” I felt cold all over my body while holding my daughter’s hand. “His name is Kyrie Menzel.” Kiara nodded at me before she smiled, obviously waiting for me to continue. “And he is… your daddy.”