Kylie Scott Books Novels & Stories

Kylie’s section on the other hand, was littered with notes about mythical creatures and information about these creatures and reported sightings of them. “I have to get ready,” Kylie sighed regretfully as she closed the book she had just finished reading which was titled, “Origins and the Curse of the New Moon: Volume 1.” She threw off the huge blanket she had been wrapped in and jumped off her bed. She brushed her long, wavy hair off her face as her eyes trailed her closet for something decent to wear. Soon she picked something out. Kylie opted for a white blouse and a pair of blue denim trousers. She changed quickly and gazed into the mirror to see if there was anything amiss. The blouse c

"Kylie, you killed my child. He's Radleigh child too. Even if you get pregnant, I will trade your child's life for mine. It's still a good deal." "I didn't do that!" I protested aloud. "You did! You framed me! You planned all of this!" "So?" Kristen sneered at me. "A witness has testified that you killed my child, and now you are the sinner and the murderer of the Adams' family, Kylie. "A witness...?" My body went cold at once. This so-called witness must have been brought in by Kristen. This is frame-up. She framed me up. "This is all my plan, Kylie... And I will let you die slowly..." She drawed a sharp dagger from one of the jailers. She approached me step by step, eyes vicious, sneered a

Kyle said winking at Lexi which only made her roll her eyes playfully. "Whatever! So girls, I mean Lexi, what can we drink from here?" I then turn my attention to my friends ignoring Jace. "Yanna I don't know, sweetheart what can you recommend for us?" Lexi said as she sit in Kyle's lap. Kyle plant a soft kiss in her forehead then press a button behind him. A few seconds later, a waiter came by. Kyle order for two ladies drink for me and Lexi, then for K, she requested for a freshly squeezed orange juice. I wonder until when can K take fruit juice for her drinks hmmm! Then Kyle got him and his men a bottle of scotch.

I don't know what I would have done without Jack, he had helped me in many ways Soon we got to school and headed to class Chapter 5 Whitney pov Today's classes were hectic, I sighed heading to the locker room to drop off my books when I was blocked by the school queen bee Tara and her minions she calls friends Tara is the school queen cause she's the hottest girl in school all thanks to her fake boobs and ass. She has made it her hobby to challenge me every chance she gets maybe because my mom compared me to her in her presence, so she feels she's better than me "What do you want Tara" I asked tiredly

I said to Kylie, who was still staring around scared. She looked at me and everyone couldn’t help but look at her in concern as she only did like that once and that meant something was wrong. “Kylie, what’s wrong?” I asked Kylie, but she stood still which made me a bit scared. I wondered if Emily was also trying to take possession of Kylie's body. “That bastard is coming!!!” Kylie said to me and everyone stood up, including Sandra, but I rushed to Kylie and held her tightly. “What do you mean by he is coming? How do you even know that he is coming?” I asked her, but she was scared…what’s bad Karl done to her to make her scared of him.

Kylie never expected that her intention to attract the attention of one of Scott's heirs would instead lead her to capture the attention of two heirs at once. With a smile on her face and looking as elegant as possible, Kylie opened a magazine-sized book, each page of which featured exclusive luxury homes. Kylie seemed a bit stiff as she explained. She only read the written descriptions because she knew nothing about the properties in Grand Hills. But since she was currently acting as CEO of STARSHINE, she had to appear knowledgeable. “I think you look like a beginner who doesn't even understand what you're explaining,” commented Gavin, leaning his elbows on the arm of the sofa, his back aga

It helped her get more relaxed and so she could absorb the lessons easily into her brain, into her subconscious. She started off with Algebra, followed by Humanity, English, Science and lastly, World History. Upon picking up the book of “The Pharaohs of Ancient Egypt,” she felt a vibration—it was almost electric. The book seemed to quiver at her touch, or so she thought. She immediately put it down, afraid to touch it. Her heart was beating so fast. After some minutes of staring at the book, she took a deep breath and touched the said book again. It did not shake this time, so she thought she might just have an illusion on that feeling. Hence, she started reading where their class left off.

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.

Scott shouts, looking half asleep but ready to defend me. "She was murdered, Scott," I yell out, and tears resume to pour down my face. Scott looks completely confused for a moment before dropping his hands. "How do you know that," Scott asks, sounding hurt. "The goddess just told me. Her mate killed her when she tried to visit us. He thought she was leaving to be with Daddy," I sob out. Scott rushes to me, and we hold each other. He rubs my back and silently cries with me for a long time.

She and Kylie were the only one in the library. Kylie is sitting on one of the four brown wooden armrest chair which surrounds the vintage oak table that was near to the bookshelf. Different modes of textbooks all about the past, scattered on the table. She heaved a sigh as she stop flipping the page and checked her wristwatch again. Seeing that it is almost the end of lunch break. She knew he is no more coming.