Pico And Keith Novels & Stories

“You got along with them a long time ago.” “How long are we talking about?” “Decades.” “How would you know? You couldn’t have been present at the time.” “No. But I have birds.” A bird is Keith’s word for a spy. He has lots of them. Birds. “And what did your birds tell you?” “Birds talk a lot and make so much noise, so I don’t always take their word for granted.” “You wouldn’t have mentioned it if you didn’t already suspect something.” “This is why I like you.” He snaps his fingers. “You’re quick-witted and understand the situation just like that.”

Percie: Let me take a sip of my coffee before I gag. Keith: I know you miss me, son. Stop the brooding already. See you later. Percie: I’m glaring. Wear a ski mask. Keith: Wear makeup. Percie: Come naked instead. Keith: You wish. Percie: Can’t Hailey just come over without you? Keith: She can. I’d rather stay in bed naked than coming to you. Winks. I grimaced. Percie: Ur impossible Keith: Ur adorable Percie: g2g

"Invite us out for a meal?" Phoebe exclaimed, taken aback. Mila's expression darkened at this unexpected suggestion, her concern mounting. She swiftly bypassed Keith and hurried into the house, with Keith anxiously attempting to follow. Phoebe grasped Keith's arm, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Keith, what's happening today? Why are you so jittery? Keith shook off Phoebe's hand. "It's nothing. I should get going."

Zina and Dawn know who Liam, Pierce, and Keith are, but they are not in the same circles, because Omegas don't mix with warriors and Keith is something like a celebrity trainer who earns an unimaginable amount of money with his line of protein shakes. Pierce gestured to Katya to add more beers, and soon each of them had one. After finishing the beer he was holding, Keith excused himself, saying that he has an early start in the morning, and he reminded guys not to stay too long and not to get wasted. The truth was that Keith didn't want to leave, but he had duties before games start, and as the main coach from the hosting pack, he couldn't mess up and be late, or worse… late and hungover. He

Abby said. "We know too much about the two of you. Matthew Kim, 20 years old, the runaway Heir of the Kim Chain of restaurants all over the world." Patrick said, grinning. Matthew and Abby stiffened. "Abigail Garcia, 19 years old, An orphan, and a scholar of Drean High University." He continued. Abby and Matthew both stood up, this time in fear. Someone knows who they are. "Calm down, we don't have any plan to tell anyone. Your secret is safe with us." Celeste smile. "We know your parents, Matthew, who they are and what they are. I'm sure you have a valid reason for hiding from them."

The background noise just drowns whatever commotion is going on between them now. The blade drops to the ground and that's where she kicks his groin. Then finishes him off with a roundhouse kick. This time the guy kisses the ground. Then she turns her back from him to pick up her scattered things. Shoving each of it in her bag. While she was busy mumbling about her unlucky night.

It was nice sitting here talking to Patrick. Learning about him. Kristi was enjoying playing the game so much she was three-quarters of the way through her second beer before she realized it. Keith had half turned his chair to talk to the people at the table next to them, so she and Patrick might as well have been alone. "Hey." He pointed to her bottle. "Let me get you another one." "No, thanks, I'm good. Two is usually my limit." At that moment, a huge roar came up from the large bunch of people watching the television over the bar. Keith, who had glanced over at it now and then, suddenly pounded his fist on the table. "Those good-for-nothings! I'll kill them."