Kylie Cantrall Hot Novels & Stories

~Hazel’s Point of View~ I shoot Kylie a sympathetic look as Missile and Klunk both crack open beers and chug them down. Surprisingly, Travis isn’t drinking and he hasn’t taken his hands off my body for a second. Its possessive and I fucking love it. Even if he’s just got his arm around me, it’s weird for people to see it. Kylie makes a face and lightly shakes her head. “I guess it’s still more entertaining than Jeopardy with my mom though this monstrosity is single handedly killing the ozone,” she says, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Does she?” I stepped from the shower and towel-dried my hair. My conversation with Maddox kept playing through my mind. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, heading downstairs. I could hear voices, one male, and I wondered who had dropped over. In the kitchen, I found Jaxson and Kylie sitting with Katy. Kylie’s face broke into a smile, and she lifted her arms. “Up, up,” she demanded, and I lifted her, kissing her cheek. I met Jaxson’s intense gaze, frowning. “Where’s Gracie?”

Vera. The name alone felt like glass shards scraping down my throat, tearing me apart from the inside out. The untouchable golden girl, the school's pristine cheerleader captain who probably imagined Alex’s world revolved around her blonde hair and vapid, rehearsed laughter. He had used me—body and soul, taking the one thing I had guarded like a sacred vault—only to check his watch like I was an inconvenience, tossing me aside to make room for her.

"No way, you are from there. Have you ever seen like Beyonce are any other celebrities? It must be so nice out in the human world, the humans here or well, they don't do much." Riviera takes the seat beside Kylie. She laughs before responding. "Never seen her before, but we used to live next to Chris Tucker. Then we moved next to The Weeknd. My friends and I used to stalk him all the time." "Oh wow." Kylie gush, "tell me more." "My friend, Renee. Her mother was a celebrity stylist, and would bring home some really nice outfits. I once met Ed Sheeran but got kicked out of his concert because we snuck in."

Kylie asked authoritatively. Kylie Madison, one of the top 5 businesswomen in the world and her company owned a few of the top fashion brands. A ruthless woman who didn’t give a heck about anyone but herself. A woman full of pride. Intelligent, beautiful with long brown hair, Hazel eyes. Any guy would turn his head around to have a look at her while she passed from him. She hates Betrayers. She would never lower her head down for anyone. She could get anything she wanted. Flipping the life or death of a person was like flicking a coin.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

She hissed. "You're silly, Roni. Get into bed; you don't want to wake Gracie up." Gareth got into bed and turned over, turning out his bedside light. "Night, love." Richie stood in front of Kylie. "You looked so beautiful this evening." Kylie gasped, "You mean I don't anymore? Have I turned back into Cinders?" "No, no, you are still beautiful. Be even more beautiful if you take that dress off." Richie said, reaching for the shoulder straps.

At the swimming pool of a luxurious hotel. "I can't believe my luck, I will be able to see the perfect body of Alan with my naked eyes," Cindy exclaimed to Kylie. "Stop drooling over him he has dated more than a hundred girls till now," Kylie said rolling her eyes. She regrets the moment she became friends with this dumb girl who lives in her dreams.

She seems nice. "Hey Camara, I'm Kyla, I'm twenty." she says, shaking her hand and hugging her. "You're so nice!" this Camara says. "This is Cayden, she's twenty too." When I look over to Cayden, she looks at me, biting her lip at me and I immediately feel uncomfortable. "He's hot. Who's he?" Cayden asks. "Cayden, that's not cool. I told you that Vixen was her boyfriend. We all know that." Lyilah says before Kyla could get a word out.

KYLE'S POV I squinted my brows as I looked amongst the crowd searching for a particular figure. Looking closely I noticed that I couldn't find the figure. No, that shouldn't be happening. I frowned and sat well then looked again closely only to see that the figure I was looking for was missing. "Guards." I frowned calling out to the guards who were by my side. "Yes, Alpha." The guards answered as they rushed over. "Where's that maid?" I frowned.