That's Right I'm Kira Mga Nobela at Kwento

I scoffed, still uneasy with her presence. “So?” She took off her shades. Her catlike eyes locked with mine. Then she stretched out her hand. “I’m Shawna. And I know how to help you get Kira. Join forces with me—and she’ll be yours.” she said, and slowly her lips curled into a slow, sinister smirk.

The three brothers got off their horses and I watched in horror as master Kieran matched to Lucy, who stood defiantly. Just when he was about to reach her, his eyes met mine and I froze. His cold eyes ran over me, before settling on Matt, who was still standing very close to me. Matt stepped away from me immediately, noticing master Kieran’s stare. He obviously recognized me. As if nothing had happened, he continued his walk towards Lucy. “Damn you all, I am not scared of you!” She yelled again, pointing a finger at Kieran. “Do you have a death wish?” Master Kieran asked casually, like he was asking about her favourite food.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

KIRA Dante saw what I had in my hand as I emerged from the bathroom and his eyes widened so much that I thought they were going to pop out of his sockets. “No, Kira.” His surprise turned to staunch disapproval. “I know what you want to do and the answer is no. I do not approve of it. Remember what happened last time.” That was then. This is now. In a flash , he was in front of me, trying to pry the knife from my fingers, but I wasn’t having it. “You need to feed.” He thought he was stubborn, but my name was Kira Song. “Drink from me.”

Kir shrugs as she continues to work through the movements. Linaria frowns at the last bit of Kir's explanation but hides her disapproval and asks, "want to spar a bit?" Kir ceases her movements and her jaw drops as she flicks her head in Linaria's direction. "Really?" She asks, a feline tail popping out from behind her. Linaria simply nods her head, a smile forming on her face.

" I am..Kir.." " Kir, right, that's the name you told Killian. But your real name is Kira, and you are the eldest daughter of Alpha Zack, the rightful Luna to the Blood Moon pack. But due to some unfortunate incidents which I will not mention, I don't want to dig up old wounds, your father hates you, and so does everyone else in the pack. Don't look so surprised, I'm not my brother, I don't fall in love with certain things without doing a proper background check " " Are you going to tell him?"

Kira moved forward one step and flashed a ruthless glare in her eyes as she did so. " I'm about to leave to go have a conversation with her. It's conceivable that she got disoriented and needs help, so keep an eye out for her." As Kira continued to approach Hera, the vampire princess turned around to look at her, and it was obvious that she was taken aback by what she saw. "Who are you?" She introduced herself by stating, "I'm Kira, a member of the Moonlight Pack," in an attempt to come across as approachable and nice as possible. "For what reason have you traveled all the way to our territory?"

"Fighting amongst yourself won't solve anything. This meeting is proof that things need to change in this pack." A very old man stood up. "Who are you to question how we do things here? We know you're not Princess Mira! You may look like her, but you have no right to impersonate her and try to command us!" "I'm not here as Mira, but as myself," Kira said. "And I have every right to speak, seeing as it's my life you're trying to decide." "You do not speak without —" Kira's eyes flashed. One a deep green, and the other a bewitching amber.

“Who are you?” “My name is Kira,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “And I’m your worst nightmare.” Chills ran down my spine. “I want revenge,” Kira hissed with an evil grin. She turned around, pulled her shirt up, and revealed a hideous burn mark on her back—charred, twisted, and deep. “I did that?” I gasped. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” “It’s too late for that now, Wanda.”

Kira walked away with the memory of Knight's hands on her and the knowledge that was all she could let herself have. She was twenty-eight years old and a Special Forces operative. Her life belonged to the Strike Force. But for the first time in a long, long time, Kira wished it didn’t. ________________________