Rory Keaner Novels & Stories

I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool. There was one guy in school that I have had a crush on since we were about twelve. His name was Kassius Keene. He was the son of the new Beta. Kassius was tall with an athletic build, sandy brown hair and dark eyes. I had sat behind him in class for several years, he smelled like an ocean breeze and I was fairly sure he had no idea I even existed.

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

“Is that what the two of you were talking about before? A few months ago, when the two of us argued?” “Dean, I am sorry,” I said, looking down at my lap, avoiding his eyes. “She made me promise not to tell you and no matter how much I wanted to…” “She is getting a transplant today.” He said, stopping me. “Kai is the donor,” “You’re angry with me.” I said, and he shook his head.

Kieran’s gaze brushed over them as he voiced out, “Keep up then.” With that, Serenity could not interfere anymore. Before she was able to open rhea car’s door, Kieran took the initiative to pull it. His gentlemanly action made Serenity scrunch up her nose before she got on the car. Kieran sat on the driver’s seat and started to navigate the car. When she looked at the window, she would see Richard waving his hand at her with a large, victorious grin as if he was able to get rid of the disaster plaguing him.

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

Rory couldn't stand it any longer, scoffing, "Kiran, it was because there were reporters today, and we were in the wrong, that we let you hit us. Do you really think my father is afraid of you?" He looked at his father, "Dad! It's chaotic in the bar. Just go ahead and kill him." Even arrogantly addressing Faber Luther, "Last time you didn't dare to lay a hand on Kiran. Watch how my father does it today, and understand why you can't become the boss and are just an elder." Rory's excitement grew as he approached Clive Kregar, kicking him in the chest and scolding, "You're useless! Can't even be a proper dog!"

Kieran’s perspective, in this new world You want to know how I met him? It’s not exactly the kind of story you’d hear in fairy tales, but I’ll tell you. My name is Kieran Nazaroff. I am now 6 ft tall; I am fair with dark brown hair, and I would like to say I have a good sense of style, and I am pretty knowledgeable in some areas which I am intrigued by. And before Roy came into my life, things were… let's say different.

Kieran rushed in, his eyes brimming with emotion as he exclaimed, "Boss, you're finally awake!" Heath's gaze fell on Kieran's arm, draped in a sling, and he teased, "shedding tears? I'm still among the living!" Kieran brushed at his eye, denying the tears. "I wasn't crying, I swear..." “Where is Rory?" Heath inquired. Before Kieran could respond, Eamon and Lysander entered the room. The sight of Heath awake brought a wave of relief to everyone present. Lysander hurried to perform a health check, while Eamon dismissed Kieran, strictly forbidding any mention of Aurora.