Kylie Kent Novels & Stories

"It's a shame you weaseled your way in and took Karter from me. Years my parents worked with his parents, years I spent getting close to him, we were going to be the first chosen mates in one hundred years in the Moon Light Pack. All of it, gone, everything just so I can go to prom with Scott Cooper," "I like Scott," Kylie spoke up. She was Jayla's new minion, her last friend Kayla, who moved to a new pack last year when she found her mate; was now replaced with this one. Kylie was tall, much taller than the other girls at the school, she had long dark hair that she liked to wear in braids and was quite fit. Her mahogany complexion made her green eyes pop and so did the bright purple lipstic

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

I dialed Nikita’s, a manager that I had in the hotel, my eyes darkening as my blood traveled where I needed it to be. “Boss?” Nikita asked, answering the phone. “Send Kylie to my office.” I said, smirking at the empty glass. “Right away, sir.” She said before I hung up. A little pleasure was going to be enough to distract me from this idiotic state that I was in. And the woman was going to learn the way, one way or the other, no matter how much time it would take, that she wasn’t to mess with the Alpha of Alphas.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

Kylie directly went to the guest room, where she used to sleep before, and closed the door. Tears started streaming down her eyes as soon as the door was closed. It was hard for her to avoid him. The sad look he was giving to her, the attention he was giving to her, they all felt worthless to her. Once she dreamt of having a happy married life with him. But now all she wanted was to go away from him. She wanted to get divorced and become free from this fake marriage of theirs. All these haunting memories were too overwhelming for her. She couldn't say anything to Cindy, because she didn't want her friend to worry for her. Cindy was trying so hard to keep her happy but she couldn't be happy w

This was a first. I got off at Rosehill station, picked my little sister up from school and we began our usual walk. “I have homework today.” Kelly announced, her bag bouncing on her back. “Oh, what must you do this time?” I tightened my grip around her small hand as we reached the pedestrian crossing. “Miss Davids said we must find pictures in magazines or newspapers of everything that starts with the letter D like dog and… and… what else starts with a D, Kylie?” “Drugs…” I said before I could stop myself.

“Tell me, Kylie… what’s your surname?” She let go of Sebastian’s arm and tugged down her short skirt that barely covers anything. “I am a McKenzie,” she said, forcing herself to meet my eyes. “And what’s mine?” I asked, leaning in until our faces were inches apart. Sebastian didn’t move. His Adam’s apple bobbed once, clearly aroused every time I showed this side of me acting like a possessive wife. Unfortunately for him, I am possessive, just with Samantha. “You’re… Mikayla X–Xavier…” Kylie mumbled.

Kylie slumped into a seat, her hand pressed to her forehead as she began to cry. Seeing his mom weep, Connor's tears, which he had been holding back, began to flow freely. But this time, remembering his grandmother's advice, he stifled his sobs, unwilling to let another sound escape. After a few moments of silent crying, Connor wiped his eyes and began to think, desperately trying to come up with a way to fix the situation. For the time being, there was no good solution, but Kylie still had to go out and socialize. After all, she couldn't let everyone only remember Grace and Sylvia, forgetting that she, the queen, still existed.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.