Kyle David Hall Imagines Novels & Stories

Geneveive Tessa Robert Kyle’s home reminded me of our memories. Every step I took reminded me of a particular event we shared. I paused in the doorway, looking at the photos on the wall. They were the pictures of the kids, Kyle and me, at the Christmas dinner at my parents home. I didn’t know he collected a copy from James. Nice surprise. I walked into the living room. The interiors had changed, and I noticed a few of Dahila’s touches. She had a thing for plastic and real flowers. I ran my hands through the rich texture of the couches and settled on one. Kyle was still living the CEO’s life.

He wasn't a fashion fiend, a player, or even the ladies' dream boat. He was just... Kyle. And here Kyle lay, a shattered brain one step of being asylum worthy. Terrell shook his head. “It's interesting. We didn't even mind tap him. I'm really curious what the Lunas were doing in that room now. I've never seen anything like it.” Jason nodded. His mind was tracing back the steps into the grande hall, and then again into the side library room where the main paintings hung. He remembered Kyle screaming, as if his mind itself was under attack by a swarm of bees that had fought him off from their nest.

I didn't have evidence of anything, but I never doubted my guts. “You sure?” Kyle asked. I shook my head. “No. That’s the problem. He’s too careful. But something about him rubs me wrong. I can't really define it yet. He's a little just too perfect.” Kyle reached into his coat and pulled out a flash drive. “You’ll want to see this.” We headed into my private chamber adjoining the council hall. Kyle plugged the flash drive into a console and the large screen flickered to life. It was footage from the fundraiser. There were numerous clips from various angles, timestamps in the corner.

“I was so young. But I think… I did it for Keith. He was really sick, and I just thought maybe I could help him feel better.” His words hit me like a wave. If Kyle created that formula, then at some point, it must’ve worked. But she had taken it, twisted it, and turned it into a weapon. Used it on children. “So if I hadn’t come up with it…” Kyle continued, his voice cracking, “then maybe those kids wouldn’t have died. Maybe you wouldn’t have those memories. Maybe DK wouldn’t exist. Maybe none of this would’ve happened.” His words shattered something inside me. I moved to sit beside him on the floor and gently ran my hand along his back.

I didn't even notice when he got near me. "Come back here!" Alpha Kyle's cold voice came and immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me. At this moment, my legs gave way and I fell to the floor. No matter how much I wanted to move, the invisible pressure pressing down on me didn't allow me to move. I shivered as footsteps approached me. I had to think of something, I couldn't allow myself to be taken back to the pack. "Here you are bitch." Alpha Kyle chuckled immediately after he got to me.

Kyle laughed "You are one hell of a woman, boss. I do have a few ideas how to take her down at her work. Let me look into the company and see how long it will take to put a plan in action. I also have a way to almost guarantee we destroy her humble and respected reputation. " Kyle told me all of his ideas. I loved them. I do not think I could have come up with anything better. As for Shelly and Dede, Kyle was going to do some massive digging and find all of their buried skeletons. If you think things have been crazy so far you have not seen anything yet!

Kyle’s room was so big and it’s like a condominium unit. It has a living room, a small kitchen and an office. There was another door which I think is his bedroom. “He’s inside his bedroom, your highness. I will leave you here.” He said then left. The door opened, Kyle went out but he didn’t look at me. It seems he just got out of the shower. His long hair was still dripping and a small towel was in his neck. He walked towards the couch and sat down.

Kyle, still confused at his own thoughts, sat on the sand, looking far to the horizon. "Did you look at this scenery as well?" Kyle uttered weakly, tears streaming down his face, laughing hopelessly, "Did you hate me when you thought about taking your own life, Kaitlyn?" He spoke, his voice groggy because of his crying as his whole face was wet with sweat and tears. "You should've waited for me... I would've said sorry... I'm sorry..." Kyle cried out, raising his head up to the sky. He clenched a fistful of sand and screamed from the top of his lungs.

He looked quite different but I could still see the passionate wildness that had made him so intriguing when he'd been pressed against the wall of my hotel room. Kyle – though I still didn't know his last name – was speaking quietly into a wireless headset, his fingers flying across the screen of his tablet as he coordinated what sounded like security arrangements. He looked every inch the competent executive assistant, completely different from the man who had moaned my name while I'd taken him apart with pleasure.

Devoid of anything, all light extinguished and so blind that none could guide, they could only manipulate. "Think of the end game," Kyle muttered, stepping back into the relative safety of the building. "I haven't come this far just to slit my throat and be done with it." His mind suddenly came alive with the idea of the cold blade running over the skin of his throat. Cool, soothing like the waves of a morning sea. Followed by the comforting warmth, taking away the agonies, peace descending into the solace of slumber. Never to end. "No!" He shook his head violently, crashing down behind an empty crate. "No... I can't, I won't!"