Phil Kaye Sarah Kay Novels & Stories

“I’m Brody; I tend to say the wrong things and act like an ass.” “I’m Kayla,” she said, staring down at her food. “But my friends call me Kay…” “It’s nice to meet you. I had never met a fairy before. But I would like to.” “Brody isn’t that bad,” I assured her softly. “I’m sorry the first impression wasn’t great.” She opened her mouth to say something, but a pair of hands slapping down at our table brought us out of our small conversation, startling most of us. I looked up to see Sarah glaring at Kay with her death-ray eyes.

Elena took in around the same time I did, Kelvin was just months older. Kelvin squinted his brows as he paused the Coco melon on his tablet and stood to his feet, his gaze fixed on Sarah. This was the first time, a kid around his age was paying a visit so I understand him.. Elena released Sarah's hands and pulled me into a hug, although her protruding belly was keeping us far from each other. “How have you been, Keira?” She asked, her voice squirming with concern like we never met at her wedding the previous day.

he said while turning on his camera. "Then?" "Then I start to turn on my camera to take pictures of you. As soon as I captured the picture you're gone in my sight then I look at the picture in my camera just to find out that you are just in the lake." As the camera screen bright he go to the gallery and handed me the camera with the picture where Hilary is up in the sky looks like she's flying. Why would she do such a thing?

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Chapter Twenty-Four Kane: Good, now come home. I picked up tacos. Sarah: I could do some tacos :) Kane: Let’s be fat together then? Sarah: Trying to win my heart? Kane: baby girl, you know you just need to say the word and I’m yours <3