Scott X Kim Novels & Stories

"Alright. I'll give you a massage when we get home." He silently laced his fingers with mine. The warmth of his palm seeped into mine as we walked toward the waiting car. Just as Miles reached for the door handle, Scott's shaky voice called out from behind. "Mia…" We both turned. Scott stood there, looking utterly broken. His face, already pale, had gone deathly white, as if all the blood had drained from his body. His eyes brimmed with desperation. "Do you still have something to say?" Miles asked coolly.

“Oh, I feel sorry for your... for Vicky or whatever... if all it takes to make you unfaithful to her is...” “You?” Sasha supplied tersely for her. Her flush deepened and the pain filled her body as Veronica turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see how much he was hurting her. “We both know that what just happened had nothing to do with... That it wasn’t me... I could have been anyone. My body could have been anyone’s. You were...” “So turned on by the sight of your semi-naked breasts that I couldn’t resist seeing if they still felt and tasted as good as they looked,” Sasha told her softly. “You forget, Ronnie... I’ve seen them before, and not just seen them but…”

“Damn story of my life, keeping my expectations low.” “Evening ladies, does anyone require a top up?” We spin around and find Scott at the door with a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio, just as the playlist shuffles to Sex Bomb by Tom Jones and I have to do a double take. “Jesus Christ!” Exclaims Dani as Katie gasps and covers her mouth. Scott has now sorted his hair and unbelievably he looks better than he did when he walked out of the salon and he’s ditched his glasses. This is the first time I’ve seen the whole combination and I’ve got to admit that he looks seriously panty wetting hot.

If not for werewolves’ enhanced hearing, I may not have heard him. “’Oh shit’ is right” Bree tells him as Detective Doug then kneels down across the body from where Scott it. “Is that…?” he asks as he looks back up at Scott and then at me. And then back and Scott. And then back at me as though he’s playing an invisible type of ping pong that will somehow result in us telling him that the human’s wounds cannot possibly be from a vampire.

So, how did Scott know I was unwilling to be with Kieran? Could he have been reborn as well?

“You know all this. Why rehash it now?” I took the glass. “I’m still not completely sure why you chose Kim.” Scott gave me a two-shoulder shrug this time, held up his glass in a human gesture that made me laugh, and downed half his glass. “He told me his foster sister was the best person he’d ever met.” He smiled. “And she was a dutiful maid, wasn’t she?” “I didn’t appreciate that, Scott.” He laughed and finished off his glass. “Looking at her cleaning your floors, knowing she had Zane’s daughter—You can’t pretend that wasn’t enjoyable.

who had somehow turned scandal into success. We got a small table near the window. We ordered wine. We talked. Not about the conspiracy, not about the threat. We talked about a book I was reading. We argued lightly about a painting we’d both seen at the museum. We smiled. We touched—a hand on the arm, a brush of fingers. It was a performance, but it was built on a foundation of truth. The love was real. The partnership was real. That’s what made it powerful. Halfway through our first glass, I saw him. Across the room, at a shadowy corner table. Sebastian von Heinrich.

A total of seven maids had broken down after working for the man, coupled with the fact that he wants my head on a gold platter. Working for him was a bad idea. Yet I couldn’t shake the thought that it might be genius. I mean the man wanted to kill me so badly he had come here for help. Perhaps while working for him, I might be able to discover some of his secrets and who knows? Maybe even find something good enough to blackmail him with. With that nice thought to keep me happy I began to limp and cry after Scott who stomped away angrily the moment the king had one. Scott stomped as fast as he could towards his room and I could just tell he was dying to get away from me. Not a chance!

Xander folds his hands over his chest and crosses his legs at the ankles, grinning from ear to ear as his eyes move from me to rest on Michael's face. "Well well well, what is this I'm hearing? Middle finger to love?" Michael groans and tackles Xander under his arm to stop him from talking, everyone laughs, then we're interrupted by Jonathan when he clears his throat and looks behind me. "Kim," he says. My smile is still in place when I turn around and find Kim standing there with Michael's crush. Kim is in tight blue jeans and a red lace top, her hair is straightened and she has red lipstick on. Fuck. She's the sexiest woman I've ever seen.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.