Kyle Marisa Roth Age Novels & Stories

She must have been surprised that I noticed her staring at me, even with my eyes on the table. “Uh... I’m... I’m—” “Stop picking on little girls, Adriano,” Kyle interjected, acting like the jerk he was. “I’m not a little girl, Kyle!” the younger Rodriguez exclaimed, glaring at him. Despite her fierce words, her face was still bright red. Kyle shot her a frown. “You’re still a little—” “I’m nineteen, so I’m not little. I’m an adult and can speak for myself.” I was right; it wasn’t just the eldest Rodriguez who had guts; the younger one did too.

Marissa hastened her pace, curious about who could be at the door at this hour. Marissa opened the door and saw a woman she vaguely recognized. The woman, though appearing to be in her forties or fifties, defied her age with her beauty. She was tall, with striking almond-shaped eyes. Recognition flickered in Marissa's mind, though she couldn't pinpoint where she had seen this woman before. With a polite smile, she welcomed her unexpected visitor, her curiosity growing with each passing moment. "Hi, who are you looking for?" Marissa asked.

Martha said that out of curiosity. "Seb? I haven't heard of that name before. Who is he?" Beth curiously asked. She was just thirteen years old back then so she won't remember. "Kyle Sebastian, Seb for short, is the only son of the former right-hand of Senior Enrico. He was their scholar." "What happened to him? How about his family? Where are they now?" Beth asked out of confusion and curiosity. After hearing his name, the smile on my lips faded and turned into a frown. I became speechless for a moment and I don't know what to think. After almost ten years of not hearing any news from him, hearing his name now brought chills into my system.

“Yes.” Kyle straightens, suddenly alert. “Why?” “She needs prophecy expertise,” I explain. “Something to do with her daughter.” Kyle’s head snaps up. “Her daughter?” Aaron narrows his eyes. “Why do you care?” Kyle shrugs, trying to look casual. “I don’t. I mean... I do. I just… didn’t know she had a daughter.” I smile knowingly. Kyle is twenty-one. Unmated. Curious. And far too transparent.

“I don’t have it.” Katie looked at her tired eyes. At the woman who stayed beside her after Madison died. The woman who buried her great-granddaughter. Katie slowly sat again. Then quietly asked, “How long?” Rosetta looked at her. “What?…” Katie swallowed. “How long does the marriage last?” “One year.” Rosetta answered softly with a smile forming on her face. Katie looked down. One Year. Her chest rose slowly, “Okay...” She exhaled. “I’ll do it.”