Kyle David Hall Imagines Novels & Stories

"Believe me, you will get Catherine. I'm sure she has the same feelings as you, I'm her brother, I know how she feels for you." "How do you know that? Are you a shaman? Don't talk carelessly, even though you are his brother, then your relationship is close but that's no guarantee you know what's in her heart." "How do we bet?" Kyle poses a challenge. Two of Rain's eyebrows narrowed simultaneously. "Bet? ok, who's afraid. What do you want to bet?" ******* David's head felt dizzy but he didn't tell anyone including Jessy. Because he was still irritated David caused him to rarely take some vitamins recently.

Shawn spit. "Ah! You are the father. A little birdie told me that little Kyle has a heart condition, and it is just tragic that he doesn't have his medication. Don't worry I will send you his body, I am not that cruel," "You little—" "Save the insults. I am not done yet," he laughs, and I feel sick to my stomach. "You see Tay, you made a big mistake helping that bitch Emily and taking my company away from me," David says.

one I thought was different. The one who made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I deserved happiness. Where was he? Why hadn’t he stood up for me?My chest heaved as fresh sobs wracked my body. Why am I never enough? Why does no one ever choose me?The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each step. I froze, hastily wiping at my tears. The guards wouldn’t come unless someone ordered them to.The footsteps stopped outside my cell, and the heavy door creaked open. My stomach dropped as I recognized the voice.“Well, well, look who we have here.”Kyle.He stepped inside, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. He looked just as I remembered him—tall, broad-shoulder

Kyle eased David down onto a chair as the man sighed with relief. Giving Kyle and David strained smiles the others nodded to them as they went off to their rooms to prepare for dinner. Then the two men were alone. "You really dodged a bullet," David mumbled as he stared down at his belly. "Is everything ok?" Kyle asked. David lifted his weary eyes to regard the younger man. "I wish I could go back to my youth and do things differently. Make different decisions. Choose a different wife." "That's pretty cold, David," Kyle replied with a frown.

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

"You have until the end of the week to make the arrangements. Do we understand each other?" Both Hartwells nodded frantically. Kyle opened the door, and I followed him out of the office, leaving the destroyed family behind us. In the hallway, away from the Hartwells' presence, Kyle's carefully maintained composure finally cracked. He stopped walking and braced one hand against the wall, his breathing labored and uneven. "Kyle," I said, reaching toward him instinctively. He waved me off, but I could see the fine tremor in his hand, the way his skin had gone pale and slightly gray around the edges.

Kyle Kim was like a god at school, and I was his loyal follower — his devoted priest. He was adored by the girls, respected by the boys, and when he entered the room everybody stopped and listened. Everybody wanted to be like Kyle as he topped most of his classes, and excelled on the football field. Everybody liked Kyle, but I loved him. Actually, I worshiped him. I even had an altar dedicated to him in a secret part of my room. In this altar was a perfect photo of Kyle, standing proud, giving a speech at a school meeting. I had four small candles surrounding his perfect smile so that his face would light up when the candles flickered. I prayed daily before my altar of Kyle. My prayer was th

"Pretty sure it's your imagination so just head back to where you came from." "It can't be imagination because I always imagine interesting things." He tilted his head. “You always leap from windows to insult strangers, or is tonight special?” She scowled, but her lips twitched. He was infuriating. And entirely inconvenient. His eyes, she noticed now, were a striking silver-blue—like stormlight on water. Mischief danced at the corners of his mouth, as if everything she said simply added fuel to some private joke. "I'm Kyle." he offered, pushing off the tree with lazy ease. "I got lost."

Her breath hitched. “I got two brothers,” David said, his tone casual but dripping with dark promise. “Both Black with really big cocks. Hell, they're real polite too—'til you’re on your knees.” Hallie’s legs twitched. He brushed a thumb down the center of her chest. “I could call ’em. Set it up. Let them stretch you out while I watch.” His eyes glinted. “Or maybe I’ll join. Let you feel three different kinds of wrong before your husband even steps off that plane.”

That's the only way to make sure our secrets stayed safe. I pushed open the door to the history class, and a warm glow of fluorescent lighting spilled out. I scanned the room, my eyes adjusting to the bright light. Kyle was seated in the middle of the class, surrounded by a cluster of giggling girls. They were all vying for his attention, their eyes batting at him like fluttering eyelashes. However, his charming smile seemed forced, and his eyes looked strained, as if he was struggling to maintain a polite facade. His dark hair was perfectly messy, but his broad shoulders seemed tense, his muscles coiled beneath his skin. He looked like a wild animal trapped in a cage, desperate to break fre