Kylie Kent Novels & Stories

Kylie shot back and Nirvana almost sighed in irritation, this was one of the reasons why she didn’t want to be here. Kylie Jenkins was a course mate at college, at first she was just the overly chirpy girl at lecture who always talked to Nirvana, and Nirvana answered back not to be rude. Then things happen and she decided to hate Nirvana from the depths of her heart, not like Nirvana had enough time on her hands to be bothered about things like her sudden hatred, Kylie was free to do whatever she wanted.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

However, I've learned the hard lesson of not judging a book by its cover, so I couldn't help but wonder whether she was your typical rich heiress—arrogant and not in touch with reality—or someone better. She looked at Cole with a questioning look, as if waiting for him to introduce her or whatever she meant, but I decided to do so before Cole could say anything distasteful. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Kylie. Cole's childhood friend." Nah, we're enemies. And I wished he would just disappear. I could feel his gaze on me after saying the last part, but I wouldn’t be here if I cared less. Lady Merilyn flashed me an extremely wide smile—yeah, the kind that looked suspicious. Her voice turned even

Kylie, wearing her best dress, looked elegant as she smiled and said, “I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Gavin, Mr. Adrian. I am Kylie Wilson, CEO of STARSHINE Group. You came to buy three units at Grand Hills, right? I will be happy to serve you,” Kylie explained, looking gently at Gavin and Adrian. When Kylie realized Darren wasn't among them, her heart was filled with disappointment. Her main goal was to get Darren's attention, but Kylie thought that if she couldn't get Darren, then Scott's other two sons would be fine too.

There was a beat of silence, then Elena's voice echoed again, “Do you remember who you were seven years ago?” The world suddenly paused for Kylie for just a few seconds, and a tear slid down her face, “You were the Vice president Kylie Vale at Lumina Global. The same Kylie who closed the Aurora campaign in six weeks when the entire team said it was impossible. The Kylie who had the boards shocked to their bones, who had people terrified of you in the best way. You were literally the most sought-after by other companies with high-paying figures. A freaking queen.” Kylie pressed the heel of her hand against her chest as she tried to breathe, “I gave it all up–”

When he doesn’t show—that boy is always late—I pull out my phone and re-read Kylie’s last message. Kylie: Thanks for letting me know. I hope you both have a night. I’ll speak to you later. I miss you so much, my bed feels empty without you. Just as I’m about to put it away, a picture comes through of her in her outfit for tonight’s show, and I groan. She’s in a lace bra and some sparkly shorts. Her hair is loose and curled around her shoulders, her eyes are lined, and her lips are red as she poses. She looks good enough to fucking eat.

My mom and I have a set diet plan where I eat properly on alternate days and the other days I would just eat fruits. Yes, it is more horrible than it sounds. I am actually used to the headaches. “Nope, I can’t eat today. Anyways, I have something else to talk to you about.” I say as I drag out my words suggestively, making him switch off the stove and focus all of his attention on me like he knew I was up to something. Okay, now I am nervous. “You remember the model, Kylie? Pretty girl with-“ “Yep, we talked for a few minutes. She was trying to find her phone, turned out to be in her pocket the whole time. Weird.” He told me, almost making me shake my head.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

“Graham used to be my husband. Once.” He sat on the couch overlooking the fireplace while I sat on the edge of the bed to face him. It was confession hour. It was my moment of reckoning. But he spoke before I did. I sighed and gulped for a moment. “I am not Anne of the Moonshadow Pack. I have only assumed her identity.” “I am Kylie from the Nightbloom Pack. Kylie Kennedy, daughter of Sarah and Christopher Kennedy, sister of Michael. I was married to Graham Wilson with my full consent and acceptance. Until …”

Kylie Once we reached my room, Atlas shut the door behind us, and the silence between us grew louder. I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling as I rested them on my lap. He knelt down in front of me, his hands resting on my knees, his warm touch grounding me. "Kylie," he began, his voice low and steady. "We need to talk about what just happened." I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "Atlas, I’m sorry," I whispered. "I never meant for any of this to happen. You shouldn’t have to deal with this."