Kylie Cantrall Hot Novels & Stories

Kane stood beside his sleek black McLaren, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he flicked his cigar to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. The night was thick with tension, but it wasn't from the fight. It was from the blonde currently kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she worked him over with practiced ease. He should have been feeling something. Pleasure. Satisfaction. A hint of release. But instead, he felt nothing. Her mouth was warm, wet, eager—but there was no fire in it. No spark. No real connection. Just another woman desperate to say she had been with Kane Shawn. The underground champion. The undefeated god of the ring.

She greets us as she steps into the elevator, and the doors finally close. “Luna Kylie.” I greet her back and then she turns around so her back is to me and as much as I try not to notice, it's clear that Kylie isn't that little teenager that I fell for anymore, from the curves she has and how the skirt she's wearing accentuates everything, she is all woman now. The doors open, and Kylie quickly steps out like she has someone coming after her. “What the hell was that in there? I swear I could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife. She's clearly embarrassed about what happened the other night. When are you going to talk to her?” Daniel asked me.

Kylie noticed Jonathan's displeasure and quickly silenced the call. Seconds later, a new message notification popped up on her phone. Without needing to look, Jonathan knew it was from Nathan. Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Who is it?" Kylie hesitated, surprised by the question. She hadn't expected him to ask, but she answered casually, "A friend." "A man or a woman?" "A man." Jonathan's expression darkened, and he sneered. "Looks like you're quite popular with the opposite sex, Ms. Cooper. Found yourself a new sugar daddy, have you?"

She would just wave it off. Lord, what did she do to deserve a friend like Janelle? ******** Kylie met Janelle outside the club as promised. Janelle wore a red skimpy skirt with a crop top and heels while Kylie went for the regular black leather skirt, a jacket, and boots. She was in no mood to dress up. After exchanging greetings, they showed the bouncers their IDs and went inside. They went straight to the bar. Kylie sat down on one of the stools looking at drinks she knew they can't comfortably afford.

Mommy was about to reason with me, but then Daddy spoke. "Love, Kent can take care of himself. He's right, he's old enough. Let him." In the end, Daddy won the argument. So now, all I could hear is the loud party music at the club and see women barely covered in their outfits as they danced on the dancefloor. Until my eyes caught a familiar face. Those expressive brown big circle eyes, sexy seductive lips, and pointed small nose. No doubt, that is really her! She's wearing a mini dress that barely covers her thighs. Many guys are staring at her, giving her those hot stares! I felt like smashing each one of their faces! Gray caught me looking at Kylie.

The way she walk , the way she talk , it itself grab attention without her knowing The way she stand herself is like she is some queen , the way her chin is always up , like she isn’t afraid of anyone That’s what grab people’s attention And her being beautiful and having perfect body is just a cherry on cake But Only her husband seems to think otherwise And deep down that hurts her , her ego But she didn’t let it effect herself ~ By now Erthan was fuming with anger , all these thoughts of her being a whore made him angry to the point he strode towards her rooms door grasped her door quit loudly and the door hit the wall with a loud thud Kylie woke up immediately because of the thud There he

Ryan just laughed and peeled away down the road, tires squealing faintly as he turned the corner. “Sorry about him,” Kylie muttered, brushing hair from her face. “He’s kind of a creep. Avoid him if you can unless, you know, you’re aiming for another baby or something.” I laughed dryly. “Got it. Noted.” She pulled us both into a quick hug, then stepped back with an eager gleam in her eye. Her version of work attire made me blink: a pair of short shorts and a cut-off shirt that left her midriff exposed. At least her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun.

she chuckled. "Hello, Dom? Yes, I'm good. Come on, stop pretending to care because I don't need that! I'm fine here! I'll call you again tomorrow. Get all my belongings ready. I need to swap our things. I dislike Kyla's items. They are of low quality and unpleasant! Okay, goodbye." Kylie is thinking. She needs to get this done perfectly without mistakes. She's pregnant with Dominic's baby, and Kyla is pregnant too. She knows everything as she secretly spied on Nay Karing. That's her source aside from social media.

I asked. “We lost the Bellamy ambassador contract!” she screamed. “What contract?” I asked as I blinked slowly. “For Kylie. They canceled everything this morning!” she cried dramatically. “And?” I asked, leaning back into my chair. “And they chose Audrey instead!” she added. My jaw tightened instantly. Of course they did. The woman kept complaining angrily. “They said Kylie’s image is too controversial now and Audrey is trending positively online. Can you believe that? Audrey!” she screamed again. I said nothing, because honestly? I could believe it. Audrey had somehow become everyone’s favorite overnight.

“Anonymous is Kylie, Trent's girlfriend. The one in my dorm. She's got a grudge against you and the warehouse is a trap.Don't go in blind, call me. And please—save Lesley.” I'd stared at the screen for a beat, piecing it together. Kylie? The shy temp roommate Kianna had mentioned? Trent's girl—that buzz-cut prick. A grudge? My past was a minefield; I'd stepped on plenty of toes back in the day, but nothing clicked immediately. Trap or not, Lesley was in there—tied up and terrified. Most importantly Kianna was counting on me, even if she hated my guts right now. No time to call back; I'd handle it my way. Quick, quiet and lethal if needed.