Om Kekar Novels & Stories

Thank you for holding tight until now* grinning she looked at him *why are you grinning like that?* he looked back questioningly *hm, we are world champions and Asian champions. I'm just so excited* she nudged him lightly *let's go back inside* waiting, he stood next to her *no, I'll go home now, pack my things and then throw myself into bed, I'm fine, but I'm fast and all. Watch out for Genzo. Call me when I can pick you up* Keyla hugged Kojiro before driving

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

He just knows how to kiss away her fear, worries, and anger. Keevan is the grandson of the old Beta. He is twenty-one, just a year older than Kayola. He is tall, with a slim build. He has soft, green eyes and he is strikingly cute. He will soon become Kayola’s partner and Beta. He is very skilled in archery, and he goes on patrol with Milos sometimes. He is so skilled with the arrow, that he can shoot at unbelievable distances and still hit the target. This is one of the skills he uses to impress Kayola whenever they go out on a date.