Ride With Me By Kylie K Novels & Stories

Christopher smiled, as he held the teenage girls’ hand Patricia cleared her throat “I never knew I have abilities of going invisible” Christopher scoffed “good day ma’am” the teenage girl smiled at Patricia “I’m Priscilla” “ok…Priscilla, nice meeting you, I don’t need to ask if you two know each other, you obviously do, so the question will be, where do you know each other from?” “we are school mates, and also seatmates” Christopher mouthed “I asked because I have never seen Christopher this ecstatic, you certainly have an effect on him, a positive one” Patricia smiled

I’ll have to deal with their questions later. “Is this your property?” Kylie asks in a shy tone, trying to hide behind me, not knowing that nobody will show up. Shit, she is overwhelmed anyway, I failed to avoid it. “Yes, baby.” I state turning around and lifting her by her waist. I release her and caress her hair, brushing my lips on her forehead.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her thighs clenching against his back a bit tightly, but only because she didn't want to risk falling off. Roy's wolf was painfully aware of Kylie's presence on its back; her breasts were pressed against its back, her thighs clenched tightly against him. He wanted to flip her over and lick every part of her its tongue could reach. Their destination was familiar, at least to him. She had asked for a ride through the forests, and he knew just where she would absolutely love.

[Kylie's pov] Keagan and I are sitting at the table just next to the window, I'm so nervous I'm staring out of the windows and continously wiping my hands on my clothing because my palms are so sweaty, agggh! I have no clue what to say or to do in these kinds of situations damn you Jody! It feels like we've been sitting hours in silence. "So Kylie, wanna tell me about yourself?" asks a very curious looking Keagan, in his deep sexy voice that sounds like music to my ears. Uhh what do I tell him? "I'm Kylie Ross. Uhm I'm 18 years old, I just graduated highschool and now I'm studying at the art institution just outside of town.

KIRA: “Walk with me,” the hooded man says as he grabs me forcefully by the arm before turning me around to change the direction of where I was headed. “Alpha Reid?” I find myself gasping in surprise after realizing it is him. Something I figured out already some seconds ago. “What are you doing here?” I ask. “Keep it low. Your fellow pack members will hear you,” he states as he starts to walk with me with his hand still on my arm.

another said. "That lady is so lucky" I smiled at the comments and we walked out. The driver opened the door immediately and we got inside. "Mexy Restaurant" Michael said and the driver kick start the engine and drove off. I glanced at Michael and I couldn't help but drool at how handsome he is. ******* The car came to an halt few minutes later and I looked through the window. "Wow!!" I muttered as I saw the restaurant. The driver opened the door and we got down.

Ronald Reagan Hospital UCLA Medical Center. Two weeks later... Natasha. I am the queen when it comes to killing passions. My children and grandchildren will remember me as the legendary passion killer. Mostly I tend to be a mess when it comes to fights, but I just get desperate and annoyed to see how someone gets beaten unnecessarily by their beast instincts.

Her tough exterior was all that was known to most of the people she met, Ima and the other house helps however, knew what she really was like, or what she used to be. After a small talk with Ima she concluded by saying; "I'll be on my way now". Ima nodded. "Take care, Miss". She said. Sayya nodded and walked away. On stepping outside the cool night's breeze blew against her, caressing her face ever say softly, the moon glowed brightly illuminating the sleek jet black Mercedes waiting for her to unlock it and get in, it's headlights flashed as she pressed the button of her key to unlock her beloved Raven, she closed the distance between them soon enough and got in, the ignition started with a

“There you are!”, Erin exclaimed, waving frantically. Melanie rolled her eyes with a smile as she drove her battered car over to the curb where she stood. “I still have some minutes till it’s nine so I’m early”, Melanie told her friend as she got in and slammed the door.

Sandra sat next to Creighton in a late model black Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Roadster convertible. The soft sounds of Kenny G echoed from the speakers, the warm sun shone through the open roof against her face and shoulders. Her hair hung loose, blowing freely in the breeze from the drive, the sights serene and breathtaking.