Kyle David Hall Imagines Novels & Stories

"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

Kyle mentions in a cavalier tone from his spot on the floor next to me. I cracked an eye open to see him looking at the wall in front of us. We’ve been sitting on pillows on the living room floor. Me, practicing projection and trying to get back to where I had found Kyle, to maybe see something that could help us figure out where he had been kept, or better yet, who took him. Kyle - well I’m not sure what he was doing. Meditating, maybe? Well not super well either if he could see or feel me not focusing well enough.

And he wanted revenge. But no matter how many halls he turned down, how many faces he scanned, there was no sign of her. Kyle used his new super-strong vision, and discovered he was able to zoom in on anything and everything far and wide. It was incredible. He felt like an eagle. As he did, Kyle noticed a half-open locker, and he zoomed in on a small picture in it. It was a picture of Scarlet, he was sure of it. He caught a glance of it just as the locker slammed shut.

David said and began to leave the room to call Kyle. When James was all alone in the room, he started to remember the times they would spend discussing the lives of these celebrities, imagining what it must be like to be a famous musician or athlete. They would even pretend to be those celebrities, making up stories and scenarios. James felt a wave of sadness wash over him. "What are we tracking?" Kyle's voice echoed through the doorway and in no time, he and David entered. His childish face gleaming with smile, James could tell that he was enjoying what was happening. Kyle looked like a young boy who knew more than he was supposed to and nothing less.

“Bye “ he waves slightly and totters backwards. I rest my shoulder on the wall and my hand on the cell bar. He gapes at me as he moves backwards. He finally turns and walks away broadly. I think he is a great guy. He is really cool. My thoughts of Hudson gets disturbed. I take two steps backwards and round my neck with my hands which I intertwine and lock as I stand in the middle of the cell. It is slightly dark and quiet unlike the others as I have no cellmate. I rest on the chair which is beside the wall and hang my head downwards. What might Kyle be up to and why would he say I am the one that wants to kill Harley!?

The man in white and also in black and now in blue came to her rescue. "Davis," David said, clasping the greedy art collector on the shoulder. "Getting an early start I see." "Well, you know me. When I see something exquisite, I stop at no means to make it mine." "Yes, yes well perhaps you should worry about keeping what's already yours." He looked pointedly over to where Mr. Davis's date had left no space between her and Kyle. Kyle looked annoyed and bored more than anything Chloe shook her head. Of course, that would bore and annoy him, he has no interest in women. David extended a hand between Mr. Davis and Chloe causing Mr. Davis to reluctantly let go of Chloe. "Mrs. Davis, pleasure to s