Kylie Quinn Gif 소설 & 이야기

“Let’s just hurry up and then we can choose another outfit. Kylie curls my hair to perfection and I do my normal makeup but with a little gold glitter on my eyelids. I stand up and look at Kylie and she shrieks again. “I need a picture” She says and she takes a couple. One came out really cute and it’s of me laughing. She sends it to me and then a knock is heard at the door. I quickly check my phone and soon look up to a ‘woah, you look fucking hot’ Well shit.

I groan and strip my shirt off before throwing in a new one. Once I am done, I am ready to go back to the training hall when I notice a girl walking towards me. Liana’s hackles rise, in case she is one of Silvana’s minions and is here looking for trouble. “Hi!” she waves and practically bounces on her way to me. I raise my brow. “Hello.” I say watching her from my locker. Who is this girl? “I’m Kylie. I watched what you did back there. You were amazing!” she practically squeals and her eyes shine like glitter. Ookay?

Most of the other members were simple warriors or even deltas at the most. Regardless of having to call Quinton or not though, I wasn’t going to go to that party. I tried the whole party shīt for a few months, but it wasn’t my vibe. I’m one of the oldest guys in my division and the last thing I needed as a beta was a scandal. “Hello, tiger.” Kylie, another of the members in my division, purred as she straddled my waist. She was a tall, dark-haired beauty with curves for days that knew just how beautiful she was and used it to her advantage. She’d been around and everyone knew it, but she was beautiful and was a decent lay. Who’d deny free pūssy?

One of the warriors beside me was talking about vampires entering the South or something when suddenly, he fell silent, frozen. Curious, I followed his gaze... and my heart skipped a beat. Then another. Kylie. She finally appeared. And she looked... Sexy. She wore those tiny shorts I had told her never to wear, and a top that clung tightly to her slim waist and perfect figure. Kylie was called the most beautiful for a reason. She had both the body and the face that granted her that title. But why did she dress like that? Then it hit me... She was trying to get my attention.

Kylie’s POV. The video opened with a shaky handheld shot of Kylie, bruised and visibly terrified. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear. Her lips trembled as she pleaded, “Please, don’t do this…” The camera captured her every movement, but the person holding it remained out of sight, their presence felt only through the sinister silence.

Kai leads me to the head of the pyre where the members of his running pack were congregated. “Stay behind them,” is all he says to me before leaning down to kiss my forehead and walk away. The others turn to look at me, all giving me the same kind of smile that Kai did. This can’t be easy for any of them. My eyes flit to Konstantin, who sat hunched down on his knees with his hands balled into fists over his mouth. He kept on looking at Illya and Vanya, who were standing with their heads bowed low.

Kylie interrupted, accusing him as she folded her arms in fake annoyance. “Okay, okay. I still have more surprises for you. I know I need to make up for leaving you guys on your birthday so I got tickets to have a vaacation in Atlanta!” His lips twisted into a grin and Kylie gasped in shock, glancing at me before meeting Liam’s eyes who wiggled his brows. She immediately ran into his arms and he lifted her up into the air. Kyle made a satisfied sound while Kaijust watched us like none of this was his business.

"Duh, Grace must be very painstaking. But how come her sister is like you?" "Ih, like what? I also help her. I'm just as painstaking, I just don't show my real image," Kylie defended herself. "What's all the fake image, the original Sailormoon? Wow!" Celine laughed, imagining her friend in a cartoon sailor moon costume. "Damn it!" Kylie pretended to punch Celine in the arm. As a result, Celine was in pain again because no matter how pretentious a punch is, if it comes from the arm of a person with a body like Kylie's, it still hurts.

Not in the slightest. I looked over at my companion. Kylie had put her thick, gorgeous hair in a sleek ponytail that ran down to the middle of her back. She had on a pair of leggings and a long flowing black shirt with some pretty flowers adorning it. She had a look on her face that I had never seen before. She looked happy and satisfied. My cock twitched. Yeah, that fucker knew that we had put that look of satisfaction on her face, and we wanted to do it again and again and again.

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.