Kyle Kuzma Parents Novels & Stories

"I've been considering family names. My grandfather was Alexander. My mother's father was Ethan." "Alexander and Ethan," Kyle repeated thoughtfully. "Strong names." "Nothing's decided yet," I said quickly. "They're just ideas." Kyle nodded, respecting my boundary. "My grandfather was James," he offered. "My mother's father was William." "I'll take that under advisement," I said. The corner of Kyle's mouth lifted slightly—almost a smile but not quite. For a moment, the tension between us eased, replaced by something almost comfortable. Then my stomach growled audibly in the quiet space, breaking the moment.

Kyle just smiled and kept his opinion to himself. If she loved the man and he loved her, then who was he to judge? When it was his turn, Kyle confessed to having come from a lower middle income family. He only had one picture of his parents which he showed her and she remarked on seeing both his mother and father's resemblance in him. He nodded to that as he put the photo away. He gave her a little background on his parents, what they did, the troubles they had relating, but he didn't go into too much detail on that. He spoke of going through the public school system and how he paid his own way through college where he'd met Gwen. Monique's eyes lit up when he mentioned her.

Every time she said something funny, Kyle’s mom smiled wider, and Kyle’s dad just kept nodding like he was actually listening. I stayed quiet mostly, eating slowly and i kept stealing looks at Kyle, who kept bumping his knee against mine under the table like a secret code that said relax, you’re okay. Plates were cleared and Camille dragged Kyle to show him her drawing she had brought in her little backpack. That left me at the table with his parents. Kyle’s mom sat back down across from me, folded her hands. Her voice was calm, but I could feel the questions coming. “So, Champ,” she started. “Tell me. What are your plans? After all this… with Kyle.”

Karen Daly tried to persuade him to take a rest, but he refused to. Kevin Kyle's real grandfather had passed away and they didn't even know what happened to him, nor give him a proper send-off. He needed to work harder for Rovio to make his grandfather proud. Whereas, Papa Kyle was admiring the ancient painting that he had just bought a few days ago. Mama Kyle and Karen Daly were sitting in the living room and chatting. Mama Kyle looked out of the house from time to time. She seemed like she had something to say but held herself back.

Kyle surely needs both of his parents in his life. THE END.

she asked, while feeling so insecure. "Wait, are you thinking about those rich parents who will ask their son's girlfriend to break up with him and give a huge amount of money? Look, my parents aren't like that. Yeah, they're clingy and annoying most of the time, but they're very cool and open-minded. Okay, I'll just let you find out what kind of parents are they. Be warned... Having long patience is a must." Kyle mysteriously stated. Mira took a deep breath, as they sat at the expensive-looking sofa. After a few seconds, Kyle's parents suddenly appeared.

Taking a deep breath, Kyle launched into the tale of his parents' ill-fated romance, his words weaving a tapestry of love and tragedy that held his friends captivated. "My parents met in the U.S.," he began, his voice soft but steady. "My dad was determined to climb the ranks in the mafia, no matter the cost." Sophia's eyes widened with alarm, while Alexander listened intently, his expression grave. "It sounds like they led quite the tumultuous life," Sophia murmured sympathetically. Kyle nodded. "It was. Mom got caught up in the retaliation for Dad's ruthless actions. It ended tragically, with her losing her life."

He shook his head, a wide, knowing smirk spreading across his face. He walked back over to where his parents were doing the dishes together. “What if I were to go out there and break up that reunion, how mad do you think Tony and Gemma will get at me?” “You leave them alone, Kyle,” Dee said instantly, not even looking up from her dish washing, then she looked around and pointed a warning finger at him. “They’ve both been miserable for months. Let them have five minutes of peace.” “But Mom,” Kyle protested, his smirk widening as he leaned against the kitchen counter, “he is supposed to help Matt close the bar tonight. Duty calls.”

One of the businesses she cleans for is the MC. They’ve watched over her and her kids since Kyle was 2 and Cammie was born. Kyle grew up around the MC and they treated him like their own. Kyle's best friends were twin boys named Jake and Justin. Their mom and dad were James III and Kenzie. The MC tried to help his mom as much as they could. However she would never take handouts. She believed in earning what you got. He knew as soon as he was old enough, he’d become a prospect.

"I want mom's business." "Oh, so that’s why you showed up for dinner—to get your mother’s business back? I should have guessed. The son who hasn’t bothered to see my face in twenty years wouldn’t suddenly come out of love, would he?" Karson was taken aback. "You're not doing a good job, dad! You can do better than that, can't you? After all, you're married to one of the most conniving women to walk on earth. Didn't she teach you how to act better?" Kyle said sarcastically. "I’m sure you knew the only reason I tolerated your company and sat through that miserable dinner with your family was because of Mom’s business."