Pokemon Kieran Novels & Stories

he said quietly, “I’d rather you know exactly what you’re dealing with. Or not at all.” Daire’s jaw flexed. On some level, he wanted to see this. Wanted the forest to weigh Kieran and render a verdict. On another, uglier level, he resented that Kieran got to prove himself this way at all. The elder’s pale eyes fixed on Kieran. “State your name,” they said. “And the oath you offer.” Kieran cleared his throat. “Kieran Hale,” he said. His voice came out rough. He swallowed and tried again. “Kieran Hale. Former Tribunal runner. Current pain in their ass.”

When I returned, Kieran looked a little disappointed. “What?” I asked. “You’re wearing shorts,” he lamented. I looked down. “Er… yes?” “I wanted to see that sweet ass of yours,” he sighed with a smirk. I snorted and sat back down in my gaming chair, knowing he was watching my breasts again. I kind of liked having that power over a prince. “Okay,” Kieran said, once he managed to tear his eyes from my chest. “Take off your gloves. Hold your bracelet in one hand. Hold your other hand palm up. Imagine a flame in that palm.”

' Mina said, still gazing at the twinkling stars. 'Can you make us meet again? Even just once please? I forgot to thank him. I'm stupid, right? I really forgot because--' The doorbell suddenly rang. Mina hurried to the gate. When she opened it, her eyes displayed such great surprise. A familiar handsome guy was standing before her! Mina's heart began to tremble while looking at the guy who had saved her from the bullies at Hannan Street. "Good evening. I'm Kian Park. Your new tutor."

“This is great. Pavilion master, you are a third-grade premium alchemist and you have always had strong mental strength. Haha… As long as the pavilion master is willing to research this martial skill, you might be able to master this skill. By then, your combat power would definitely increase greatly!” Kieran had a smile on his face when he heard this. Everybody was hopeful toward the Nine Gods Clan.

KYLE'S POV I squinted my brows as I looked amongst the crowd searching for a particular figure. Looking closely I noticed that I couldn't find the figure. No, that shouldn't be happening. I frowned and sat well then looked again closely only to see that the figure I was looking for was missing. "Guards." I frowned calling out to the guards who were by my side. "Yes, Alpha." The guards answered as they rushed over. "Where's that maid?" I frowned.

Penelope his mother a sleepless night. Kieran is thirty but still looking dashing like a twenty-two years old boy. He traveled to Fresno for an interview for his best-selling movie titled, 'Insanity." “So Sir Kieran, your fans have been wondering who the lucky girl is, they feel you are just too handsome not to have a lady in your life.” The person interviewing him on-air asked. “Sorry to disappoint you all, but I don't have any special lady in my life and I don't think I will be having one.”

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

Why doesn’t he die, anyway,’ she said annoyingly. Leia chuckled. ‘My poor Emily, he can’t die unless he has an heir who can inherit his throne being the most powerful Alpha King,’ she renowned. ‘I realized his sperm is not worth it,’ she mumbled. ‘He’s incapable of having an heir because of his pungent behavior,’ she emphasized. ‘But you have to bear his child, no matter what, Emily,’ Leia teased. ‘Whose side are you up to, Leia? You know what, I’m annoyed, let’s talk some other time, bye!’ she annoyingly said.

My name’s Tara. I'm 5,6 tall curves in all the places that make guys stare a little too long. I’d been going to the gym for three months straight, trying to tone up before my best friend’s wedding. That’s where I met him Kieran. He was the trainer everyone talked about. His in his Late twenties, built like he lived under the barbell, dark hair shaved on the sides, has tattoos crawling up both arms and peeking out from the collar of his black tank and he's always quiet, always watching. Not in a creepy way… more like he could see right through your bullshit excuses.

Only animals would drink blood. Yet you’re letting him fuck you. Shut up, I say back to the voice. “Of course I fucking see her,” Kieran growls, prowling around the fire to us. He’s even bigger than his friend, with hard, gorgeous features and a head full of thick blonde hair. When his eyes coast down my body, my sensitive nipples tighten painfully and goosebumps break out across my arm. I find myself putting an extra arch into my back, pushing my ass out even more to create an image I know is nothing short of pornographic.