Novel & Cerita Stan X Kyle

I wait for the hammer to come down. Nothing happens. "You know, with Kylie working on this, you don't even need me. I'll just slow her down." Stu closes his laptop and stands up. The sound of a gun cocking makes both of us freeze. BA–who, by now, I believe must be Mr. X– holds the muzzle of a pistol to side of Stu's head. "Are you sure you want me to believe we don't need you?" His icy tone sends shivers up my spine.

Shawn said, looking way too happy. Before I could ask him any details, someone walked over to our table, stopping right in front of me. I looked up and froze. It was Kyle. Kyle Miller. The one person I never wanted to see anywhere close to me. Our college’s star quarterback, the guy everyone either wanted to be or wanted to date. And unfortunately for me, my ex. The last time we’d talked was… well, it had been ages. We’d dated for a couple months back in high school before breaking up and going our separate ways. We were stupid teenagers and it was for the best.

Kaden I pace back and forth, horrified and frantic as I wait for Declan and Mason to bring Kyle out from the cells. I couldn’t trust myself to go with them after hearing what Brynlee had to say. The mere fact that he would align himself with a monster like Xavier warrants a death sentence in my opinion.

Kyle asked from my right, eyeing her. “Yes. Keep your eyes off her. I saw you checking her out,” I cautioned, and he chuckled. “I have no interest in that sort. I was actually wondering how she created a remedy so quickly. She’s from the South, right?” I sighed. “It’s strange, but it’s the miracle we needed.” I glanced at Kyle from the corner of my eye. He was Stephan’s close friend’s son, and we had crossed paths during military training camp. Safe to say, we didn’t exactly like each other.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

Still, he wanted to get it all set in stone so they could move forward. "They will. I have faith in you and them." The silver SUV Killian drove when he was here before waited for him by the little building, the keys in the visor. He dropped Lexie at Heart Starter, giving her a quick kiss before she scooted out of the vehicle. "You come right back here when you're done," she told him, "I will. Not to worry." He lowered his voice when he leaned across the seat. "I brought a longer rope back from Montana with me, darlin'. Snuck it into my suitcase." He winked. "Think you're ready for the full treatment?"

I teased. “Yes, well now you have mine, and I have yours. So go put a trooper on the phone for me,” Logan instructed. “This should be fun,” I sighed, stepping away from the tree line and over to my parents. “I have Mister Kinsley on the phone. He asked to speak with one of the troopers,” I explained. “Is there a black-haired trooper? Name tag might say, Bryant?” Logan asked.

"Hey Jackson, how are you doing?" Kyle asked one of his associates. As Kyle is a star quarterback at Chicago University, he has often been interviewed by TV reporters and scouts are interested in hiring him for their team. He met Jackson in one such interview. Kyle liked Jackson's laid-back personality and how he never tried to trick Kyle into answering tricky and inappropriate questions. "Mr. Kyle Carter. What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this kind of a surprise from the future sports superstar" Jackson asked good-naturedly.

He motioned to the center island and a stool. “Alpha Cullen left word that he may not be able to speak to you until after dinner. He sends his apology, though.” Kyle pulled a tray of cold meats and cheese as well as a six-pack from the refrigerator. Kyle Stolze had served in the Marines back in Falluja. While he and Hope were not acquainted there, he felt a bond with her. “I figured we could have a snack and catch up until he is free. And maybe later I will let you kick my ass over a game of pool?” Hope took the beer, opened two, and handed Kyle one before clanking her bottle into his. “You had me with the food. I am starving.” She laughed and settled in.

The hell? How was Kyle still hard?!