Stan X Kyle Novels & Stories

I did laugh and he ended up smiling. "You make me feel worthless." He said with a shake of his head. "Woman, every other woman in this country knows me like the back of her hand. How come you never heard about me before!" "Maybe because... I was married." I laughed again. "Valid point but..." Kyle faked a huff. "I'm the youngest wealthiest man in Eastonville. How couldn't you not know me? I'm the Kyle Panther. Everyone knows about me." "Did you just say Panther?" I stopped laughing and stared at him.

"Is there a problem here?" Kyle.

I stuttered, “Wh-what ar-are you do-doing here? W-who are y-you?” The little boy answered nervously and innocently, “I’m Kyle. I’m hiding here so my mama won’t separate my sister and me from my Papa. Katie and I want a complete family.” Fuck that! Complete family my fucking ass! “Aurelia is your mother?” I asked, close to losing my mind as my eyes shifted from one part of his face to another.

I dialed Nikita’s, a manager that I had in the hotel, my eyes darkening as my blood traveled where I needed it to be. “Boss?” Nikita asked, answering the phone. “Send Kylie to my office.” I said, smirking at the empty glass. “Right away, sir.” She said before I hung up. A little pleasure was going to be enough to distract me from this idiotic state that I was in. And the woman was going to learn the way, one way or the other, no matter how much time it would take, that she wasn’t to mess with the Alpha of Alphas.

Slyvester wondered what Kyle would perform because until now, they haven’t talked yet. “Kyle! It’s your turn,” the staff told Kyle. Kyle stood up, waving his hands. Looking at those long and skinny hands, Slyvester guessed something. ‘Is he going to play piano?!’ Slyvester guessed in his mind. A man with many talents, that’s Kyle. He can sing, dance, and act. But among his talents, Slyvester praised him for being a piano genius. When he was young, he brought countless medals from winning piano contests at different levels!

Hell will definitely break loose! “I’m Kyle. Leader of Bayou Gang. This is Gomez, my right-hand man, and this is Shaun, my personal scientist.” Vale’s ears perked up when she heard this. A personal scientist? Now, that’s interesting. Looking at Kyle, he’s definitely a heartbreaker in this lifetime. Vale could only admire his look at the back of her sunglasses. Even if he didn’t wear the brown leather jacket, he definitely can pull off his look with any type of fashion.

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.

Tyron asked him. He grabbed the glass of scotch in his hand and drank it, bottoms up. “Yeah, you really need that,” Xavier remarked. “Where’s Kyle?”, he said, looking at Tyron. “Why? She’s just thanking the caterers and other staffs, I guess. She’ll be here soon,” “Why? You wanna get home already?”, it’s Zachary. “No. I need to talk to her,”. He saw his friends sharing a questioning look and shrug. In less than a minute, he saw Kylie approaching to their table.

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DEAN Finding him wasn’t hard. I let my best work of art display itself as we all look at him, others approving. “you are one sick bastard, you know that?” kyle compliments me flashing me a smile, appreciating it and I chuckle. “Who wants to start?” Taylor, an alpha of the neighboring town who has constantly been on our necks is playing on the table in front of us, in his garage.