Kyla #pristin Novels & Stories

Jamira said if she knew how, she’d tell me, but heaven was not her domain. We enter Trasion easily. There was no fee to enter or live there other than you had to be a winemaker. My father was known well for his wine. Even though it was a small shop, dad’s wine was rare and delicious. He was offered his own factory many times, but he knew if he started a factory, he wouldn’t have time for his family. I told the duke of the town that I was his granddaughter. I kept my fathers last name; Celestia, and changed my first name to Lila. As far as anyone knew I was layla’s daughter. I willed everything to myself. If anyone asked where my mother was, I would say she died at the age of 44. 44 years old

Everyone surrounded her with shocked expressions on their faces. "Please allow me to introduce our guest." Awkwardly, Miley put her hands on top of one another and posed them before her. A stiff but courteous smile came across her face. "This is the king of Kontina's only daughter, Princess Yuliana Stewart." Everyone was flabbergasted. Not a sound could be heard. Alyssa and Jasper looked at one another. Even Alyssa, who had witnessed many major aspects of life, gaped in surprise.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

"Are you sure you're not going to regret this if things will go out of control? It would be best if you don't spoil me, Enzo. I want to serve you and —" I cut her off and kissed her. There's no way things would get out of control for her. Kyla is different from Kylie. She doesn't have that negative behavior like her twin sister. Kyla is loving, kind, and forgiving. "I don't mind it if it's you, Kyla. If it's you, I will do everything." I whispered and kissed her again, much deeper this time. . c.m. louden

“From your resume, I see you worked as Mr. Hastings’ assistant. So, tell me, why would you leave a well-paying job to work here as a bartender?” Kyla cleared her throat, maintaining her composure. “I had plans to study abroad, but things didn’t go as expected. Now, I’m focused on getting back on my feet.” There was a silence as Gina scrutinized her, as if deciding whether to believe her answer. Then, slowly, she extended her hand. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Ms. Reed. Welcome to M.A. Private Club,” she said, her grip firm as she shook Kyla’s hand. “And from now on, it’s Madam Gina to you.”

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

Kaylee says in a mild reprimand. “Yeah, she’s getting left behind and it’s not fair,” Kendra says, as if I’ve been neglecting my daughter's training. “I guess you’d better get on that,” Kennedy says, grinning at me. “I guess so. We’ll start tomorrow, okay Kyla?” “DES!” she says, clapping her little hands and splattering maple syrup all over herself. “What about you, Quiana?” I ask Kyla’s twin. “I go wit Gwandma Dara,” she says, leaning against Yara.

H-how . "Kyla, what the hell do you want? Why the f*ck are you doing all these?" Kyla pockets the detonator and smirks. "Emilio, let's start over." What the... "Kyla, you know very well we cannot do that. I have no intention of being with you. Ever." "But I did all these things for you! I even had plastic surgery to look like Claire. I tried so hard to be like her. I thought when she's gone, you and I may be able to have the chance to-"

the woman introduced herself. “I’m Kyla, nice to meet you.” She responded. “So, what do you think of this place? The woman asked as she walked toward the shore. “This place looks calm, but why is there no one else?” “We’ve got another company here but she is currently not here?” “Where is she?” Kyla kept on asking. She wanted to be with other people who could also see her sister. She really missed her sister and she only sees her in her dreams. For sure, she must be dreaming now but she wanted to spend more time in this dreamworld.

Kyla turned a new shade of red when I looked to her. “I, I, can’t show you mine,” she stuttered, dropping her hands into her lap. “It’s, um, well it’s, down there.” Her voice dropped to a barely there whisper when she said the last two words. I blinked a few times, allowing what she said to sink in, while Lucy let out an impressed laugh. “Look at Kyla letting her freak flag fly. What other kinky secrets have you been keeping?” Jules asked, picking up a napkin to fan himself.