Kyle Spencer Ahs Mga Nobela at Kwento

spencer: everyone sends me weird messages. [mr.spencer: I spent an hour trying to find your face and reach the bottom where I left you, but I couldn't.] [mr.spencer: I had to look for sybil and let him do it for me.] [mr.spencer: he told me that i’m stupid before accepting my phone. he just click the box on the upper corner and found you] [mr.spencer: why are you not replying?] (You missed a call from mr.spencer)

"Of course, I couldn't come right out and ask Kyle. I had to just play it casual, or my big brother would've gone caveman on his best friend, which wouldn't have helped anything." "They're still good friends?" I licked a drop of dressing that was threatening to fall from my fork. "Oh, yeah. They're so different in some ways-Kyle's a professional football player, and Nico's a chef. But they each respect the other's way of doing things, and they make it work." "Your brother's a football player?" My eyebrows shot up. "No shit?" "No shit." She grinned. "He plays for Richmond." "I can't believe it." I threw up my hands. "First, I met Noah Spencer, who's with Tampa, and now I find out that you've

“If you want to help me, you’ll teach me what I need to know to pull this off.” Kyle was standing next to me, but now he took a step closer to Spencer, until he was inches from him. Kyle was a large male, but he wasn’t as broad or tall as Spencer. Next to him, I was reminded of just how young and inexperienced we were. Spencer had a few decades on us. He was stronger and faster, even after nineteen years of being imprisoned. “You will do whatever it takes to ensure she comes back from this alive,” Kyle said. “And you will be her second when she challenges for alpha.”

Most of the students squirmed off at my voice. "Relax sweetie, don't get your pants twisted," Kyle said, raising his hand in defense while smirking. Ugh, that stupid smirk! "Yeah, we weren't planning on killing you. We just wanted to suffocate you a little," Bel said, smiling. That witch. "I don't know for y'all, but I was planning on killing, but the bitch be too strong," the bastard Ashton said. These are my friends, I tell you. Kyle Mccall: 18, Height: 6'2, Blonde hair, brown eyes. Captain of the basketball team, so he's full of abs and whatnot.