Novel & Cerita That's Right I'm Kira

“But it’s strange… she only listed a first name. No last name. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch it sooner.” “That’s okay,” I tell her softly. “A first name is better than nothing.” I take the clipboard and skim the intake form as I walk back to my office. My eyes land on the name written in elegant cursive. Kieara. Perfect. Beautiful. Strong. A name worthy of a Luna. Axe finally speaks, his voice a low rumble in my mind. I wonder what her wolf sounds like. “Where the hell have you been?” I snap at him.

the mid wife said Becka was disappointed, she wanted a boy. She wanted to be the mother to the heir. After few minutes of waiting, the baby was brought to Amir. He carried her, he admired her pretty face. She was just so little and he was sure her bones where so fragile too. “Kira” he said “She will be called Kira, just after my mother” he said “Auuu, such a sweet name” Becka whispered as she smiled lightly.

“Kira, you’re not living in Ethan’s shadow. We’ve had this discussion before. You’re your own she-wolf. Your own Beta. We need to forge that new path together. It’s not going to happen immediately. But I know we can do it.” She nodded slowly. “I am my own she-wolf.” “Damn right you are,” I said encouragingly, returning to my own breakfast. “So, does that mean I can remove my contacts now?” I almost choked. “What?” Kira swiveled on the bar stool to look at me. “I have no reason to hide who I am, Perrin.” “Of course you don’t,” I managed. “So why do I need to keep up this charade?” I shoved a giant fistful of bacon into my mouth to buy myself time.

A dimpled smile appeared on Linda's face, "Can't believe you would become the Luna, how should I address you, Luna, queen of the Alpha king?" Kiara felt her cheeks heating up in embarrassment, to be referred to as a Luna felt a bit too much. "It feels overwhelming don't you think?" Kiara put out, it was visible how nervous she was at the idea of becoming Luna. "Ah, no worries you would adjust with time. How are your lessons with Luna Avery going?"Linda asked, standing upright to look at Kiara. Lessons? Kiara thought, confused. Was she supposed to start on one?

Kira said, asking for her name. "My name is Casey Lopez..." Casey said. "I'm happy to meet you, Casey..." She said in a sarcastic way. "You're Casey and I'm Kira. We both have pretty names! But my name is prettier than yours." "I don't care about it," she snarled. Kira laughed at her. "I'm just kidding, Casey. Don't take it seriously. But if you take it seriously, you'll take the harsh reality."

Auria said with all the seriousness in her voice. “Why not file a case to the police?” Jack replied, taking the paper from Azrick’s hold and reading it once more. Auria shook her head and said, “no, I want things done efficiently and with as little involvement as possible. And through research and asking around, I figured that you two are the one fit for the job.” Auria opened her mouth to say more things but redacted, instead, holding a hand towards Azrick and Jack as she introduced herself. “I am sorry, I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Auria Martinez, an actress and singer of the Odyssey Production. I am a popular actress and singer and often perform at theatres and things

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

She was sketching again—spirals, fractured shapes, symbols I couldn’t place. “Kira,” I said gently. “What are you drawing?” She didn’t look up. “Dreams. Pieces of her. She’s close.” Raven stiffened. “How close?” Kira finally looked at us. “She doesn’t want to kill us.” That froze the room. Callum frowned. “Then what does she want?” Kira stood, tablet clutched to her chest. Her voice was trembling. “She wants me to come back.” I stepped toward her. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Not him. I already asked Jack, and he said he never threatened Richard with our father’s case. He even looked genuinely confused. I watched his face the whole time—he wasn’t lying.” Before we could delve deeper into that thought, a loud and deliberate clapping sound echoed through the room, sharp and mocking. We all turned in unison, our bodies tense. Kira. She strolled in slowly, that infuriating smirk permanently glued to her lips like war paint. She moved like she owned the place, like our panic was a comedy show she had front row seats for. “No weapon fashioned against me and my dad shall prosper,” she declared dramatically, raising her arms like she was giving a sermon to an invisible

The moon goddess was a fucking bitch. The beautiful woman looked me up and down before scrunching her nose as if I smelled like a dead rat. "Not only do we have to get used to Omegas living among us now but having one in our houses," she said with distaste. "What do you want?" "I... am Kira. I was assigned to work in Alpha's quarters." "I see," she rolled her eyes before motioning for me to follow her into what appeared to be a bedroom but felt more like a big palace. All while silently praying that D'Angelo wouldn't be there.