Kyle Broflovski Personality Novels & Stories

said Cylo with a smile. He was really happy with the sweet man in front of him because he was really gentle and attentive. And because of this, he still couldn't believe that Kyle was Jeff's distant cousin, because their personalities were completely opposite. “Yes, thank you very much, Kyle,” said Ivo, who was also happy with Kyle.

Mable's heart ached, feeling that the current Zoe was like a lamb led to slaughter. "He might be pretending now; you don't know what he was like before…” Mable paused, not wanting to trigger Zoe's headaches by mentioning the past. "Before?" Zoe looked at Mable in confusion. "Mable, what was Kyle like before?" "He used to be very bad, and you didn't like him." Zoe frowned slightly and looked at Mable seriously. "Kyle is a good person now, though. I like him." Mable sighed inwardly. Zoe had lost her memory, and her mental state was like that of a child. She would not understand, no matter how much Mable explained.

Which would mean he'd have an unstable and unruly pack on his hands. Sure, many packs didn’t have a Scion, but their Alpha's ruled with an iron fist and were brutal. Kyle may have been strong but his personality was that of a man who wanted that easy life. He wanted money and success. He wanted to be adored and be popular. Brutal Alphas weren’t popular; they were feared and revered. So as much as Kyle didn’t want to wait for me to be ready, he had no choice. He also didn’t like the fact that I didn’t want to sleep with him all the time either, but I was working a lot and we were like ships passing in the night.

Kyle's POV Arrogant, ruthless, selfish, wicked, one who lives for chaos - these are all words that have been used to describe me because that was what I wanted people to think of me. You know that typical guy who looks evil and is like a bad boy on the surface but soft and loving on the inside that was my real personality but after the things I experienced before my burdensome centuries of living, I made an oath never to let anyone know that part of me. The only person who ever came close to knowing that part of me recently was Dean. Not even Kimmel could recognize me anymore after we were turned into werewolves.

Before I could respond, an unexpected twist unfolded as Kyle Netayam's lost brother and a rogue appeared from a room right behind Bruno. I stood up abruptly, disbelief coursing through me. "Kyle?" I exclaimed, my shock and astonishment noticeable. "You should be willing to work with him to get Kayla! He wants to reclaim his brother as well, you know!" Bruno chortled with a vicious demeanour that filled me with disgust. The sudden appearance of Kyle indicated that this situation was far more complex and risky than I had ever imagined. It was becoming increasingly clear that Bruno had sinister intentions, and his aim might be to take full control of the pack.

And anyone who hurt him deserved death. Kyle was brutal when it came to Brian, preferring to kill first and ask questions later. It was as though the thought of avenging Brian possessed him until he lost his mind. Until he became a ruthless killing machine whom killing brought him childlike excitement. It was eerily terrible, hauntingly beautiful. "I'm hoping that I'm wrong." I said, biting my lip in worry. I had an idea who was behind this. But without any evidence, it was just that an idea.

he asked Sophie. "More like a very curious person with too much time and money," Sophie replied. "I find people fascinating, especially people who inspire such strong emotions in others." She turned back to me, her expression growing more serious despite her light tone. "I must admit, I was intensely curious about what you looked like in person. The woman who made Kyle Branson—a man famous for his emotional detachment—fall so completely head over heels that he restructured his entire life around protecting you." The words were like cold water. "He didn't restructure his life around protecting me. He left."

I was the beast that could actually tame this monster and dominate him in bed. One thing people never realised about Kyle was that he was a natural predator and a top. He is actually a straight guy only bent for me. For others who aint me he is straight as a pole. In his eighteen hundred years of life, he had never bottomed for anyone. Not a single soul. Except for me. I was his first and may be last because Kyle doesn't take fucks, he gives one. He doesn't like dicks. He likes pussys. He loves digging his dick hard in a tight pussy not his small hole being thirsted, offcourse if it's not me.

He sounds dead serious and I’m not surprised because Kyle has always been this way towards his father. Hostile. Kyle is the spitting image of his father and you'd expect that he inherited not only his father's features, but his personality as well, but boy are you wrong? His father is like Alina. Self-centred and ambitious. They don't care what they destroy on their way to achieving the goals they've set to achieve. And they both have one thing in common; They are very unlikable people. I look at Kyle and sigh. I love him. I respect him a great deal and no matter how much I dislike Mr. William. No matter how much I want to dismiss him right now, I can't, because he is my best friend's father

"He's an extremely cold person." Both James and Keith were aloof men. The only difference between them was that the latter was a bad person. He was like the type of antagonist you'd find in a TV show. No good would come out of Kelly having a crush on him. Kelly had already mentally prepared herself. "I know what kind of person he is. That's exactly why I like him." "Do you happen to like bad boys, Kelly?" Summer asked nervously. "Yeah!" Kelly wasn't trying to hide the truth at all.