Kyle Broflovski Cosplay Novels & Stories

Hell will definitely break loose! “I’m Kyle. Leader of Bayou Gang. This is Gomez, my right-hand man, and this is Shaun, my personal scientist.” Vale’s ears perked up when she heard this. A personal scientist? Now, that’s interesting. Looking at Kyle, he’s definitely a heartbreaker in this lifetime. Vale could only admire his look at the back of her sunglasses. Even if he didn’t wear the brown leather jacket, he definitely can pull off his look with any type of fashion.

Even the teacher stood amazed at the sight his eyes bulging out of his head. A small smile etched upon my face as I gaze upon the so called bad boys Kristrin Slovac, Kyle Bower and the twins. Kristrin the leader as everyone calls him dressed in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt and a black denim jeans, his thick black hair styled to perfection, thick muscles prominent within his clothing and a perfectly chiseled face made him look definitely like a hot bad boy or playboy for that matter. While his best friend Kyle had a dark skin tone, very tall with a slender body that could die for he was more of a supermodel type girls drooled at him.

We hopped into the craft, and before my patience could wear thin on the edges, the plane was in the air and flying toward the Gemini Coven. Awe and respect bubbled inside of me when I saw angry flames engulfing the place. There was more damage than I anticipated, and although there was going to be hell to pay for, I took that golden second to just admire the handcrafts of my twin. He sure knew his stuff more than I gave him credit for. I had forced him to tell me his plan and was actually surprised at the thought that went into it. The research he conducted and even knew to disguise himself as a nurse. A nurse with scrubs and crocs. My brother would rather be caught dead in his own piss than

Whispers rippled. “That’s Dominic. Yeah, the gay one. Out and proud now.” He ignored it, grabbing a whiskey at the bar. The music pulsed through his chest. Across the room, he finally spotted him. Kyle. Older, broader in the shoulders, still carrying that effortless charisma. Blond hair shorter now, styled neatly, a faint scruff along his jaw. He was laughing with Matt and a group of guys, clapping his brother on the back. Their eyes met across the crowded floor for the first time in nearly a decade.