Novel Kansas City Novels & Stories

“Stephanie York, the reporter. She’s the same one who interviewed me a few nights ago. We seem to be connected somehow,” “You and Stephanie?” Karen laughed. “No, you dope. Me and Alex. I don’t see any other news about him. I wish I knew what happened,” “The reporter said something about his saving someone’s life. They’ll probably re-run it on the eleven broadcast. Anyway, I’m starving. If you’re not too tired, I’d like to go out. As much as I enjoyed Europe, there’s no place like home, and I don’t mean Kansas,” “And by the looks of my travel plans,” Rachel showed Karen her itinerary. “I’m going to have plenty of opportunity to discover that for myself. I’m in Kansas City next Tuesday! Give

'' Novella Novella walked out of the room with her in pieces there was once a time she was deeply in love with Kanji. Two years ago Novella Committed a sin to save Kanji from Debt Collector there was a time where kanji was on addictive drugs. it was an impossible situation Novella Hid this from her Parent she would offend pay off his debts. But when she couldn't pay in gold she had to pay by other memes. The Result end up saving Kanji's Life but it broke their relationship but the truth was they were both still in love with one another.

I wondered what they would be like. Rachelle had driven through the night from Chicago to pick me up in the morning in St. Louis. Now, I was driving us into Kansas City which is only about four hours from St. Louis on the Interstate. By the time we would stop and go to bed that night in a hotel, we’d be in Hays, Kansas. You might notice that we weren’t traveling to Dust Bowl, Arizona by the most direct route. That was because we were picking up the team along the way and one team member was in Denver.

One of the roadies said, “We’re heading out in an hour.” “All right. Thanks for the heads up.” He closed the door and turned to look at Myrna. “An hour.” “I’ve got to go anyway.” Why did she suddenly feel so lonely? “I have to drive back to Kansas City and I need to get a head start tonight so I can make it home tomorrow.” He glanced at the ceiling, his expression thoughtful. “How far is it from Des Moines to Kansas City?” “Des Moines? We’re in Chicago, sweetie.” She smiled. “Have you lost track of where you are?”

Kailani sat on the stool in Kaiden’s room, her back leaning against the table, a novel titled LIFE WITHOUT YOU stuck between her fingers, her eyes glued to the page she was reading. She didn’t notice when the door pushed open, Kaiden walking in. He stood by the door for a long minute, staring at her, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He had something important to tell her; he wasn’t sure of her reaction, so he hesitated and thought it through. As Kailani stretched her stiff neck, her eyes caught Kaiden.

Making the whole group laugh as they split up for bathroom and snack breaks. About fifteen minutes later the girls were already standing in front of Mikael’s locked car waiting for them to get back. “Say Mik, riddle me this.” chewing off a piece of jerky he nodded his head at Sasha. “If Kansas is a 15-hour drive from New Orleans, how are we already halfway?”

They handed me the keys like it was a favor. Like taking over the Bruno family was some kind of honor. It wasn’t. It was a cleanup job. Uncle Sal left behind a legacy soaked in blood and bad deals, and I was the poor bastard with the mop. Kansas City fits me. It’s got teeth. The kind of place where people smile with their mouths and lie with their eyes. I don’t mind. I’ve got my own brand of honesty—numbers, leverage, and the kind of silence that makes men nervous.

“Sí. It’s very big. How do you feel about mí madre staying with us? I know that’s not what every new bride wants to hear.” She squeezed my hands. “I think I’d love that. Do you know what today is?” “The day we will meet our nephew?” Jasmine’s eyes widened. “A boy? They’re having a boy.” “Shh.” I laid my finger over her lips. “We don’t know that and if you say anything, Jano will never trust me again.” “How long have you known?” “Just since we left for Kansas City.” Jasmine reached for her cup of coffee. “How did things go in Kansas City?”

Six Months after the Wedding Kansas City didn’t have the charm of Jasper, Missouri. No rolling fields. No clubhouse full of bikers who treated you like blood. No family dancing under string lights while Matteo married the woman who saved him. KC was concrete, neon, and rain‑slicked streets. And it was mine. Six months ago, I stood in the LOV clubhouse watching my twin say his vows. Six months ago, I toasted to Matteo and Ciara’s future, hugged Mama, and promised I’d be see them soon.

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