Kyla #pristin Novels & Stories

Liam said, taking her hand in his as he kissed the back of her palm. Kyla felt her cheeks turn red and hot, the way he looked was every woman's fantasy to have such a man in her bed. She quickly shook her head trying to bury the dirty thoughts at the back of her head. She quickly blamed it on the drinks she had had. “I'm Kyla, which you might already know, yeah?” She responded, smiling cheekily at him. “Why don't we move our conversation over there,” Liam said pointing to the VIP area. “No, I can't, I'm waiting for my friend,” Kyla said, feeling a little bit tipsy. She definitely wouldn't risk having more drinks let alone with a smoking hot man.

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro

Ethan said as Kyla awaiting tears finally slid down to her cheeks. "No, this was planned right." Leone say, still shocked. "Oh. Maybe you should call her back from Paris them. Here is her card. " Ethan say as he drop the card on the table. " Do ask her where she is currently. Have a wonderful evening." He concluded as Pearce stood up He glance at Kyla, and shit he felt pity instantly for her. She was looking shattered and he wished he didn't met her cause he was beginning to swear for himself, but what can he do.

"Dude?! You called me dude?! My lips are so red, and you call me dude? How about if I slap you with my high heels? Annoying!" Alice and I laughed at what we were witnessing, and that's when Kyla noticed me looking at her. "Oh, who is this very gorgeous person with you? Wow! So beautiful! You look like a living doll. Hi, Miss. My name is Kyla.” "I am Krystal, nice to meet you." "Meeting you is my pleasure too! Wow, you're so beautiful! But before we chat, let's eat inside! The spring rolls are almost gone." We went inside, and Kyla was very accommodating to her guests, including me. She set up a table, using the pronoun "she" by the way.

Far enough that no wind whispered my name. Far enough that not even Kyla—the girl cursed by the moon and kissed by prophecy—could sense me watching her. They were celebrating. Bleeding, but victorious. The bastard king stood proud, soaked in gore, his silver crown crooked from battle. His sword still smoked. And beside him— Kyla. The bitch. Golden. Glorious. Radiant even when caked in blood and rain and filth. She stood like a goddess reborn, laughing with her chaos crew and hugging wolves and children like she hadn’t just turned half a continent to ash with her blinding, divine tantrum.

"I am not your property, Cyrus! And I am not your collateral or a chess piece to be moved around on a board! You both stand there growling at each other like I'm a bone you're fighting over!" She looked at me, then at Cyrus, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated disgust. "You're both airheads! You're so caught up in your 'royal' pride and your 'Lycan' nonsense that you haven't asked me what I want once! Not once!" "Kyla, that's not—" Cyrus started, but she cut him off with a scream of frustration. "I don't want to talk to either of you for the rest of the night! Not a word! If I see either of your faces near me, I swear to the Moon Goddess I will use this mountain's power to bury you both i

I can’t help but crack a small chuckle, though whatever fear she has of me quickly vanishes as she suddenly lunges at me. I easily avoid her teeth and she skids along the ground before turning back around to snap at my heels. Whatever plan she is trying to pull off really isn’t working for her, though. She is far too slow. Still, the challenge has been made and mate or no mate; I accept. “Luna Kyla!” “Don’t come closer!” Kyla shouts back at whoever it was who had called her. Kyla? So that is who she is. I had heard of the name but never had the chance to see her. The luna of Moonstone Pride pack.

Kyla said as she corked the vial and took a step forward. We headed back to the house, hoping that this potion would be the answer to our prayers, thinking of the courage and strength my friend had shown. She had been so scared, yet she had stayed determined and pushed forward. Kyla was a white witch, a protector of our pack, and I would follow her to the ends of the earth if I had to. No matter what, I knew she would never give up. When we arrived in the living area, we saw Kurt walking back and forth. He paused when he noticed us. His eyes widened when he gazed at the vial Kyla was holding in her shaking hands. "Is it done?"

asking curiously “Ah!?, no!.. nothing Kyla!, It's not important!” trying to cover my cheeks, she might noticed that I was lying Kyla has a best instinct in everything "Are you sure?? I heard you!?!" trying to convince me to tell what was it is "Yes! I’m sure!" Kyla just nod his head and asking me to come inside. "I cooked your favorite food, I know you like it!" she smile at me knowing this way my mood will change. She is a best sister ever!!. Kyla always make sure that I’m always happy and comfortable. She is one of the selfless person I ever know.

The next day, Priscilla took Gwyneth Gonzalez to Paul’s office as promised. Regina and Terry were also at Paul’s office. Regina was taken by surprise to see Priscilla. She said, “Sister, why are you here too?” Priscilla faintly threw her a glance. Regina adored a proud princess look today, wearing a white dress matched with a jacket of the same color. Following behind her was another girl. Priscilla knew her. She was Regina’s distant cousin, named… Lyla Kelly?