Michael Clifford Kik Novels & Stories

He says in a small plea. I shake my head, unwilling to keep silent. I’m furious and if the entire world doesn’t hear it, William McQueen II will. “No, I won’t shut me up. You are to hear the truth. The Karen you knew is dead, this one is the new me and screw your opini–”

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

Kilo points out. Kir shrugs, "if they find me then I'll just run again. Besides, I don't plan to come here too often. Just…looking for something." Kilo gets a strange feeling from her words so he decides to prod a bit, "And what exactly are you looking for? You're obviously not here just to get a drink and there are plenty of other clubs in the area. Why here of all places?" Kir smiles and flashes her fangs to her childhood friend. "Where's your better half? I hear he's been DEAD silent for a few days now." Kir says as she emphasizes the word dead. Kilo flinches at her words but immediately understands what she is hinting at.

It was Clifford's birthday, so all the prominent figures in Tirion were here, along with their children. Kiki's father, Michael, had been waiting outside since early in the morning. This time, he was going to keep an eye on Kiki and make sure she landed a wealthy suitor. As soon as she noticed him, Kiki felt her head throb. "Yvvy, it looks like you'll have to go find Xaiver on your own later. I need to deal with my dad first." Yvette nodded. "Alright." Kiki got out of the car first and walked toward Michael. "Dad"

I saw Miley whisper something to him, and soon after, she left us and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t say anything, only nodded. When she was out of sight, we moved to the verandah. “What’s your plan now, Cliff? I know you still want to spend time with your wife, but killing Horacio means you have to step up and take his place as Big Boss,” I said.

I took a deep breath and got Kiah out of the car. I made my way into the castle and down the long hallway toward Kai’s office. I was surprised that he hadn’t called me yet. His Zetas would have reported my presence to him. I opened his door and he turned around from where he stood in front of the window and frowned at me. “What is that?” “This is Kiah,” I said to him as he rounded his desk. “Kiah St. Claire.”

I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts. Football playing god? Did I seriously just think that? Guilty. So, so guilty. She shakes her head. "Of course not. Roan King has a major following here at Barnett. Whoever created the sight allows people to track and post Roan King sightings and gossip. So, if you ever want to know what he's up to, just check out the website. I always look to see where he is throughout the night so maybe I can run into him." Umm… right.

"No one who can confirm your whereabouts between ten PM and three AM?" "No. I live alone." Another photograph slid across the table. The strip club manager, speaking to someone on the phone. A still image from security footage, grainy but clear enough. Her heartbeat quickened. "The manager confirmed a woman matching your description paid for a private booth. “You also paid for one of the club's performers to sit with you." Brennan tapped the photograph. "He said the two of you spoke for several minutes." "Yes. We did." Karma nodded. "Her name was Mia. She told me my father was a regular. I asked her if he ever gave her trouble." She paused. "She said he watched her but never approached her.

Jeffrey, feeling a bit at a loss with Liam's indifference, went on, "That Clifford guy Karpos was talking about? You might not know him, but he's the big fish when it comes to the shady side of this town, and Karpos is just one of his guys. "And get this—Clifford's also the local arms dealer, packing enough heavy artillery to make anyone think twice. Even the military here tends to tread lightly around him." While the rest of the group in the private room turned pale at the news, Liam, Cirocco, and Calum remained as cool as cucumbers. With a scoff, Liam said, "Heavy artillery? If Clifford's got a death wish, he knows where to find me!"