Romans & histoires Kyle Andrews You Always Make Me Smile

Andrew, dressed in a burgundy robe and black loafers, smiled and pointed to a tall, pale blond with green eyes staring at me intently from behind large black-rimmed glasses. "Nice to meet you. Call me Kyle," the man smiled his charming, dimpled smile and extended his hand to greet me. Amazed by his beauty, I smiled back and took his hand, suddenly forgetting why I had come here in the first place. "Poppy Hopkins," I managed to say, staring into his magnetic eyes. "Okay, man, that beauty is taken; you must find someone else." Andrew cut in, pulling my hand out of Kyle's and gently steering me toward Amara, who had joined us. I blushed at Andrew's words but still stared at the handsome man in

I smiled sweetly at him. Andrew lunged first, not being able to handle the smile I had given him. He rushed for my left side, sword swinging between us as I veered right, blocking with my daggers. Another smile from me made him see red. Andrew recovered and twisted, bringing his sword down over my head. Metal vibrated over metal as I guarded. Shoving my knee in between the small space we hadn't collided, I shoved him away and countered. Swiping for his right side, Andrew blocked there, but his left side was open. I sliced his abdomen. A shallow enough cut that he would heal in seconds, but the contact didn't sit well with him. Growling loudly, Andrew swung his sword carelessly to my legs, tr

My head snaps in the direction of where my name was was called. Blake runs to us, his letterman jacket around his shoulders as he stops in front of us. His hair still in it's perfect messy waves. "Blake bro!" Andrew greets him, smiling at a passing girl. "Andrew, what's up dude?" Blake smiles. "Oh you know, just chillin with your girl." He winks at me, I roll my eyes and he laughs. Blake's intense eyes stare at me, sending shivers throughout my entire body. He smirks.

Lyrek said, taking the lead on my fun facts game while I gathered myself. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Andrew raise his fist in the air. He continued raising it until he had it within his line of sight. Letting my eyes fall from what Lyrek is doing, I saw the brightest smile on Andrew’s face that I have seen since we entered the OR. “Your heart must be huge then. Lyrek, cause your hands are humongous.” Andrew giggled.

I nodded in confirmation feeling Jacob’s presence as he took a seat “Anything,” He leaned closer squinting his eyes. “Even if I ask you to wear my smelly flyers jersey for a whole week?” Jacob snorted and coughed, and said “Oh, please say yes to that.” I nodded solemnly. “Anything you want.” The change was immediate. Andrew’s grin came back, and he started cheering louder than anyone in our section, waving his sign like the most excited man here. His joy was infectious, and I felt myself getting pulled into the rhythm, shouting and clapping until my voice went hoarse.

I should try his cell again. About to dig out my phone to call, I sighted him approaching. For that reason only, I forced a smile. "Morning." I beamed, putting on my best energetic face. I can't have sad vibes when we just made up. Instead of his usual peck or smile, he simple gulped and bowed his face. Anti climatic much? "Well someone woke up unhappy." I joked, chuckling nervously. Something is wrong with Kyle. "You look off. Did something happen? What can I do to make it better?"

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.