Pidge X Keith Novels & Stories

another initiate spoke up. “Hmph, Edgar Nash is on another level due to his station. He has a lot of influence, a lot of power to sway things. I doubt I can make him do anything, though his adamant denial of our Peak sure is strange. It’s not just us too though, even Horizon Peak wasn’t afforded any luxuries!” Keith said, his expression soured from the thought. “I’ve investigated further, master. I think I’ve found a connection!” an initiate said suddenly.

It managed to get us here and we’d driven two hundred miles, before the car finally gave up and we had to hitch-hike the rest of the way. It was the most exciting and thrilling thing I’d ever done in my life. Well, besides driving to Vegas and getting married. Keith said he’d been on the way to Vegas to play in some underground poker game. He charmed me with his tall physique, emerald eyes, and dark hair. Everyone in SmallHeath looked the same, dark hair and matching eyes. I’d never seen green eyes before. They didn’t look real, but I knew they were. I’d seen them on pictures and shows, though never in real life. And Keith was different. He was from out-of-town way down in New Orleans. He’d

“But Miss Copperfield said over the phone that her parachute was faulty.” Keith dismissed the concern with an exasperated chuckle. “She’s just being dramatic, jealous, and picking a fight—she even threatened to break up with me today. “As the pilot, it's my responsibility to check the parachutes before takeoff. Whether for tourists or my girlfriend, I take that seriously. I stand by my word—there was absolutely nothing wrong with the parachute. I stake my reputation on that.” The more confident Keith appeared, the more anxious Michelle became. Yet, she kept up her act. "Keith is always so professional. He wouldn’t overlook something like that."

Elsewhere I was Kogo, a fun loving old lady who will sell you weed provided your fake id is believable enough. Taking a breath, I stood. "Be kind, Meira," someone said. I knew that voice. It was Keith. He came up from behind me, dressed in pure black, prepared for meeting we would be having in a few hours' time. Keith acknowledged my presence with a simple, polite nod. He had not changed a bit. He looked as dapper and as dangerous as usual. The only thing that was different was the way he had styled his hair. He had cut his famous manbun but had spared the white streak at the front of his head.

Zivon himself continued staring at the helpless Xavia, his gaze as deep as the deepest abyss… The truth was, he had overheard Xavia and Keith’s conversation earlier, so he already knew that she wasn’t pregnant. What surprised him, however, was how angry Keith first was when he questioned her. After all, with how certain Keith was that the child was Zivon’s, it almost seemed like Keith never considered that the child was his. Adding that to the fact that Xavia had just said that she had never copulated with Keith, could it be that…

This field was near where the training fields of their pack, this will allow them immediate defense in case of any accidents. A figure sprinted off towards the backyards of the palace into a small opening, darting through the narrow tunnel carved out beneath the thickets, a path he had discovered moons ago during one of his many escapades. It led straight into the outskirts of the village, far away from the watchful eyes of the guards and his ever-watchful brothers. Paws hit the earth lightly, every stride confident as the wind rushed past his fur. Keith shifted back into his human form once he was certain no one had followed. Pulling on his clothes, he grinned at the sudden rush of freedom.

Bruce could not order Taggart to obey. Taggart kept his promise to bring Pearl to live with him. He came to the Rosenthal's and rang the bell. Keith opened the door to the house. He had come home from work and was surprised to see Taggart. Before he asked, his brow furrowed. Taggart had already spoken. "Where's Pearl?" Taggart issued a short, annoying question. "Why are you looking for her?" Keith even challenged Taggart by asking questions in return. His attitude toward Taggart even took on a challengingly arrogant tone. Even though Taggart was taller than Keith, he didn't care.

Theresa comes over to me, giving me a hug. " God damn he's smokin." She whispers to me before leaning back, making me blush in embarrassment. "It was nice to meet you sir, well I should bounce." She ends off walking away. Throwing a glance his way. "Sir?" He says, with a box of pizza and plastic bag in his hands, I notice. " Ah yes, thank you." Keith takes everything from him, placing it on the coffee table. " I'll give you a call when I'm done."

Preston calls for our attention again, louder this time. " What?!" We snap our heads towards him. " Can we do this later? The tide is coming." Preston says. Truly enough, he's right. We swim to shore and get out of the water with everyone soaking wet. Keith is giggling like a girl and I'm fucking cold. We all stare at him like he's high on ocean water and the forest breeze. " Why are you smiling?" I ask. " Oh my God, that was fun!" Keith says. "We all grow up so fast and forget how to live. I haven't run like that for years and dive off a cliff, shit, that's awesome. I'm having fun and I'm doing it again."

He would tear apart anyone who harms Keith in a heartbeat. "I...I need to t-tell you something." Keith gripped his shirt tightly as his fists trembled. His voice cracked as he spoke and Raven was suddenly alerted. "It's okay, tell me." He gently cupped his little face as he willed him to look. Keith's eyes glistened with unshed tears and his lips quivered as he bit the inside of his cheek. "Promise you won't g-get mad?" "Pinky promise." ----- "Ladies and gentlemen, let us all stand as we witness the arrival of our beautiful bride!"