Stan X Kyle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Katerina Finally Friday arrives and I am super excited. Skye came up with the brilliant plan of having a sleep over at her place while Xander stays the night with Kyle. Kyle’s parents are drunks, he is nothing like his parents. He’ll be a great warrior someday despite his parents. “You ready,” asks Skye. “Yes.”

Few weeks have passed and I've never set foot in Queen's. The girls didn't ask me and I know they're just waiting for me to tell them what happened. I tried to keep myself busy by going out with Xander and my friends to forget about Kyle. Xander is so nice and has taken care of me ever since that day. He also didn't go out with another woman but me. He didn't ask further about Kyle.

Jesse Two Weeks Later I swear she’s been put here to torture me. I have a strong will, but Kylie? She tests it. Pushes it. Has me wanting to break all the rules and take what I want—her. The worst part? She isn’t even trying. Sitting across from her, I toss back my drink, trying to staunch the fire burning in my stomach and appease my hard cock, which is begging me to throw this board game from the table and fuck her across it instead. Xavier is clueless. He was out about an hour ago, got bored, and sat outside, drinking while on his phone.

He was my oldest friend, but presently, my least favorite Kyle has a crush on Emma, who, unfortunately, was interested in me. This caused a bit of a rift between us in the past, but we eventually got over it. He never could accept the fact I married Karis and not Emma. That was the reason he was acting like an asshole around Karis. Maybe if I die, I will be able to atone for my sins. "Xander, you never man up and stop behaving like a depressed teenager," Kyle stated as he entered the room, but I couldn't care less about that. I slowly got on my feet, ignoring Kyle, and headed for the glass doors that overlooked the night sky. The sky was calling me, I knew exactly what to do to end the suffe

, he groaned, getting to Rose, her back facing his front. “You can ask Stacy to order something for you”, Rose answered absentmindedly, not getting the hint of his words. “Not in that way”. Kyle spun her around, lifting her to sit on her desk, as Rose let out a startled yelp. His hands spreading her legs wide open, the midi suit gown she wore rolling to her mid thighs, before running his fingers along her panties, earning him a cry from Rose. “This way”, a naughty glint in his eyes. *****

Kylie’s POV Though physically he was no more, I could never forget that voice that used to make me tremble with fear. Laced with hoarseness, it was the softest I'd ever heard from him. "*Clears throat This is Kyle Edwards. I hereby declare that in the event of my passing, I leave the entirety of my home, including the money and lands, to my wife, Lucy Jones..." It felt as if a bomb had been dropped on my heart, and I felt my chest constrict.

“What are you doing?” Kyle stopped sawing the wooden floor board. Removing the black Kevlar gloves he was wearing, he brushed back his sweat stained hair. His chocolatey-brown eyes burned a slow appraisal of her, from the tip of her toes that peeked out of the full length shirt, up to her full hips, round belly, collarbone and then finally settling on her eyes. Kyle’s left eyebrow lifted. A sensual smile curling up his lips. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m fixing your steps.”

“YES!” “Are you hiding anything from us?” “NO!” Pulling my aura back, she looked scared and upset. “What the fuck was that?” “I’m sorry, but I have a story to tell you and you won’t like it.” Stacy looked at Beau and then back at me. “What could you possibly say to me that deserves this? I know you didn’t cheat on me with Beau. I would have felt it.” “What has Beau told you about what Kyle did to me growing up?”

"Especially after you just broke the drought from your last strike." "Can we please talk about something else?" I beg her, looking around the food court for a change of discussion. "Hey, isn't that the guy who pulled the pills out of Adrian's pocket?" Gabby asks, and I look to where she's pointing to Kyle, who is seated not far from us in the food court, but he's not alone; he's with a woman who has her back to us. "Sure is," I confirm, watching Kyle as he takes the woman's hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss it. "And I'm willing to bet that's Mrs Hastings, Sebastian's mum, who he's flaunting all over."

Kane looked down. A small fish swam lazily in the bowl. "...Stanley," he repeated. "He's been with me for a while," Mona said, crouching slightly, tapping the glass gently. "Say hi." Kane huffed a quiet laugh. "Hey, Stanley." Mona grinned. "See? He likes you already." Kane shook his head slightly, but there was something softer in his expression now. "Ready?" he asked. Mona stood, grabbing her bag.