Kyle David Hall Imagines Novels & Stories

Alex (P.O.V) “Okay Alex we can make the phone calls tomorrow and let us just hope this police friend of yours believes you and does not think that this is a scam.” Kyle declared. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Yeah right. Jack was going to believe me when he realizes Kyle has risen from the dead. I chuckle at how alarmed he might be. I wonder if he might piss his pants or do some kind of shit for Kyle not to ‘haunt’ him in his dreams.

He brags and I resist the urge to laugh because jokes apart, Kyle is one of the sweetest people that I know and I won’t lie about that, the only thing that gives me a headache about him is the fact that he is quick to give himself credit without waiting to hear from me. Kyle, the bodyguards and I lead ourselves into the CAVE hotel, causing lots of heads to stir in our direction because I mean we all look like hot specimens so it is understandable that a whole lot of ladies are drooling at us because the whole entourage is giving presidential candidate entourage. We eventually stop in front of the hall where we are supposed to have the party in and Kyle stops abruptly, probably thinking I was

“Yeah, and we all know Lucien’s strong enough to lift a car, so we were just worried the floor wasn’t ready for him.” “That’s enough, ladies,” my mom said, though she couldn’t hide her laugh. “At least he was present,” she added with a sad, proud smile. I clenched my jaw briefly, my thoughts flicking to my father, and how little he had ever cared about anyone but himself. Kyle cleared his throat, shifting the focus back to himself. “I was on the search for possible hybrid hideouts,” he said, but his eyes avoided ours as he spoke. “I saw Darius outside though, he—”

After a busy day, everyone was tired and went back to their rooms to rest. After returning to the room, Karen Daly was so excited that she twirled around the room. She smiled widely. "Mr. Kyle, what should I do?" "What?" Kevin Kyle raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "I think I'm too happy. But I don't want to hold this happiness in my heart. I want to shout it out to the whole world." If not for the fact that the elders of the Kyle family were all there, Karen Daly would have stood by the window and roared a few times.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Khyle _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle stepped quietly into the room, then stopped in the open doorway, stilled by the sight that was laid out before him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I stick close to the lockers, avoiding open spaces, my heart jumping at every laugh that sounds too close. Almost there. I can see my classroom door. A few more steps and I’m safe. Invisible again. Then the energy shifts. I feel it before I see him. The air tightens, like the hallway inhales all at once. Laughter sharpens. Voices grow louder, more confident. I look up. Owen Kyle appears at the far end of the hall, surrounded by his friends. Tall. Relaxed. Untouchable. He walks like he has nowhere else to be and all the time in the world to get there.

He looked forward to Rexius’ approval, to his shared excitement that the war they had been waiting for thousands of years was finally here. As Kyle continued deep underground, deep under City Hall, down another marble corridor, and through a huge set of medieval doors, he felt intoxicated. He had been waiting for this day for years. He loved the feeling of the huge entourage behind him, of the war that was about to come. He hadn’t felt this giddy since he’d witnessed the beheadings of the French Revolution.

He looked forward to Rexius’ approval, to his shared excitement that the war they had been waiting for for thousands of years was finally here. As Kyle continued deep underground, deep under City Hall, down another marble corridor, and through a huge set of medieval doors, he felt intoxicated. He had been waiting for this day for years. He loved the feeling of the huge entourage behind him, of the war that was about to come. He hadn’t felt this giddy since he’d witnessed the beheadings of the French Revolution.

He's just trying to get the older out of his shell. After almost three years, he heard the older humming. He had heard Asa singing a handful of times, and each time it turned out to be unforgettable. And now that he sang without any worries, it made Kyle's heart bloom. He planned to keep it that way. He climbed up the rest of the stairs, smiling ear to ear. Kyle knocked upon the door and came in view with an excited Jamie. The short boy was so excited that he not only prepared his but Vantae's stuff too. Typing about the main character, he is still sleeping at the back with no care whatsoever.

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.