Kyle David Hall Imagines Novels & Stories

With a gleam in her eye, Valerie painted vivid pictures of her children's adventures, their innocent questions, and the charming chaos they brought into her life. "Kyle," she began, "is the thinker. He's got this insatiable curiosity. Once, we were at the park, and he spent hours watching ants, asking questions about their world. It's like he sees magic in the mundane." Nelson's dad, enchanted by the image of a curious Kyle, chuckled. “Sounds like a smart lad.”

Kyle would not rest until Rexius lay dead, at his own hand, and until he himself was declared the new supreme leader. Kyle smiled wide at the thought. Supreme leader. After all these thousands of years. It was what he deserved. It was his destiny. Kyle and his men flew and flew, over Central Park, over Midtown, over Union Square, over Greenwich Village…and finally, they reached City Hall Park. Kyle descended gracefully, landing on his feet, and the flock of now hundreds of vampires landed behind him. Kyle’s army had grown beyond belief. What a way to return, he thought. Kyle was about to head to the gates of City Hall, to crash down its door and begin his war, when he noticed something out o

The last seven days have been the most productive in my whole artistic life, and it’s because there’s an imaginary clock ticking down in my brain. “I don’t mind,” Kyle tells the sink, swirling his fingers in the hot water as bubbles fill the plastic tub. He’s so hard to read when he’s turned away like this, his voice calm and neutral. Sometimes, this man is so confusing that I want to tear my hair out and scream. Does he really want me here? For how long? Why? And will he ever do more than kiss me? Maybe just once before I leave? I stuff a giant forkful of blueberry pancake into my mouth, blocking those questions before they can escape.

He kept thinking of the girl that she keeps on intruding in his memory until they met again in another place. Kyle was going back to his private plane when he heard commotion behind him he was didn't mind it until he heard someone said the place where he is thinking right now. "Are you saying Cameron?" Is it a product of his imagination or did somebody mention the place? " Cameron City that is?" He turn his wheelchair to face the speaker.

"Can you stop by? I need to talk with you about something very important." "Yes, grandmother." "Good. Don't be late." Allen got into the car and Bert started the engine. "Where are we off to?" "Grandmother's." "Okay." He zoomed off. ******** In a large freezing room, Kyle had his stuff on a table before him. His sleeves were rolled up and half of his shirt's buttons were...left unbuttoned revealing his tone muscle and chest. He busied himself with drawing his skeleton building. After trying to sketch the background.

"All these years and the demon still lives inside you!" Kyle grabs him again by his white-collar and whispers in his ear. "The demon does not live inside me," Kyle pauses. "I am the demon." And with that, Kyle kicks him in rage, making him sprawl on the front porch. Kyle slams the door. ^^^^

Whenever he found the opportunity, he relished the chance. Kyle dove lower, aiming right for the town square, not far from the church, hoping that his sudden and dramatic landing would stir up some activity, perhaps even flesh Caitlin out. If that despicable little girl was here, he wanted to waste no time in catching her. He was already itching to go back to the 21st century, to continuing his war, and to be done with this petty little distraction.

Kairo commented. Kyle looked at his hands still filled with blood and ashes from the fires from burning the compounds. "The longer he is hiding behind his followers, the anxious i am. Who is this man? I just want to rip his head off his neck and be done with it once and for all" Kyle muttered angrily. He is anxious, especially after how close his daughter came within the harms way. He doesn't want to stop until he reach the Lord. Kairo is quite for a moment.

Fernandes, handing Cally his ID. Cally took her cartoon and went straight out, and she still found Stephan waiting for her. "wow, you can get out of that door in just 4 minutes 58 seconds, you're great. I have to learn from you!" Stephan exclaimed enthusiastically, because there were no campus residents who could get out of the rector's room quickly. There was only reason to keep them there. And that is not good news for a girl who enters his office, like a hell that will burn body and soul, no one can wait to face the harsh words of Mr. Fernandes, an old fart who seems to have to be scorched from the face of this earth.

Another scream echoed through the halls, and everyone stopped for a second. Kyle released a low growl and slammed his fist against the war room table, the sharp sound silencing the room instantly. Without a word, he rose and strode out of the room. His men fell silent mid-sentence. No one dared to ask questions, let alone stop him, they simply moved out of his path, heads lowered. He moved down the corridor, turned left, and entered a side room no one else used. It was small, silent, lined with monitors; his private surveillance hub.