My Little Cooper Kupp Novels & Stories

Because of that stupid deal he made with my brother. "You look like a princess," he continued and I shot him a warning look. "Alright, then what should I call you?" He curiously questioned. "Livia." I pointedly stated before sending a bored expression in his direction. "Cool," he nodded while tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "I'm Cooper but you can call me Gunn," he kindly introduced himself. I finally lowered my gun before averting my gaze from his. I stared out the window, watching the rain trickle down the glass.

“I’m not used to answering to it, yet.” “Yet?” Cooper chuckled as he propped his shoulder against the door frame. “You act like you haven’t had the name your whole life.” He was a few inches taller than JD and had short dark blonde hair and pale green eyes. Having been a linebacker in high school, he was bulkier than JD was. The deep tan of his skin and dark lines of his tattoos only seemed to emphasize his muscles. Today he wore jean shorts and a dark gray tight Under Armor T-shirt. “I haven’t. In fact, I’ve had it for less than a year.” JD grabbed the white floating shelf and slid it onto the base. “He’s actually my stepfather, but he’s a hell of an improvement over the bio father.”

His eyes had been so blinded by his hatred for Rafe that he always couldn't think straight and only thought of killing Rafe to keep the bastard away from his precious daughter. With trembling hands and tears still in his eyes, Cooper pulled out his desk drawer and took out a shiny black baretta. It was his favorite gun as well as his first gun. Not a single bullet had been fired from that gun since he bought it. But this time he's going to give this gun an honor to do its job well.

a juror whispered. I tapped the screen, bringing up the next page. Cooper’s Instagram profile filled the screen. @CooperTheBengal - 52,000 followers. The profile picture was an elegant shot of Cooper in profile, his amber eyes glittering for the camera. “I’m child-free by choice. I have no human children. But I do have a son. My cat-son, Cooper, does have his own social media account,” I said calmly. “With fifty-two thousand followers.”

Ever since I’ve been putting in effort he and I get along a lot better. “Shania, it would be better if Liberty got selected on merit but maybe Cooper…” My father starts, only for me to interrupt him. “Mom, Dad, you know Cooper needs to stay here to help lead the pack. It’s fine. My opponents got some hits in but I got in more.” Cooper grins, my father looks proud and my mother looks appalled. It’s almost bedtime when I hear a knock on my door. Cooper enters holding a pot in his hands.

he whispers and all thoughts of Jenson fade. “Blair.” I mutter back, surprised by my own reaction. Though I couldn’t say Kitson because he would be on to me. “Blair Everwood.” I hadn’t used that name in years and it felt so weird coming from my own tongue. “Nice to meet you, Blair Everwood.” He smiles at me, showing me a dazzling set of perfectly straight white teeth. “I’m Cooper. Cooper Ash, but everyone calls me Coop.” “You can’t do anything.” I mutter as my heart races.

“What do you mean by that?” “Cooper used to date girls like you.” He stops and glances at me as if he just said an offensive thing. I think he just did. “It's not like that. I mean come on let's just face it. You're an ordinary girl who pretty much bleed in time just to make $30 dollars a week, while Cooper drives around at the town with his Lamborghini.” He's right. I'm just an ordinary girl. With a daughter for a record. It makes me sad all of a sudden knowing I just realize that by now.

Cooper moved to Adira and gave her a quick hug before moving over to me. “Go show those pups who run the damn show, yeah.” I hugged him and patted his back. “For sure.” He nodded with a smile. “I’ll put my bags in the trunk.” “Cooper,” I called. “Yes Uncle D.” He turned to face me almost immediately. “Think fast.” I tossed him something, and like we had practised when he was younger, he caught it. “Consider it a farewell gift.” I pointed to the brand new shiny black Ford truck parked in the driveway.