Voltron Keith Jacket Novels & Stories

“This is a terrible idea.” “You always think that at first.” Green eyes met mine, turning right back towards the wide path. “Just have faith in me.” Keyleth had traded her usual Valeras dress for something easier to move in, the black pants and tunic she had on covering most of her. I followed right behind her, a hood on, and my daggers strapped on either side of me. Swords were always a hassle to haul around without anyone noticing.

He wore a sleeveless shirt that displayed a dragon tattoo along his arm. "Where is Keith?" She asked. Did she know that he was coming? Oh, of course she did! They're friends all this time. I almost forgot. "He's gone," I said in a calm tone. "Did you two have a fun reunion?" Her hands were clasped together in front of her face, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "Of course you did! I was very kind to give you all this space for yourself, I knew Keith Morgan would come to take a look at you."

The deep V-neckline of the jacket hinted at the delicate lace beneath, striking an absolutely terrifying balance between untouchable CEO and breathtaking Sovereign. She looked like a woman who owned the world. Lucian stood completely still in the reflection behind her. He had traded his pitch black Kevlar for a bespoke, charcoal-gray Tom Ford suit that stretched taut across the heavy, heavily scarred muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked every inch the ruthless, billion dollar titan of the eastern seaboard, but the feral, apocalyptic predator was still violently burning just beneath the surface of his pitch black eyes. He didn't care about the cameras waiting sixty floors below. He only

He let curiosity win, cautiously shifting closer. Even in repose, Keith was a figure of breathtaking, almost terrifying beauty. His fiery red hair was a stark slash of color against the dark cushions, his skin the rich, warm tone of oiled teak. His face was a masterpiece of arrogant lines- a strong, straight nose, a jaw so sharp it could cut stone, and a mouth that even in relaxation held a hint of cruelty. Long, russet lashes fanned against his cheekbones, a surprisingly delicate feature on such a bold, masculine face. He looked like a war god taking his rest.

Everyone in the room exhaled, their eyes drawn to the newcomer to the party. Time seemed to stop at this point and moving slowly as everyone's attention was on Keith, who was clad in a bright pair of shorts that displayed his magnificent nine-pack and an unbuttoned pink shirt. The sight was invigorating for all the women. Even though two other men were dressed like Ken, nobody appeared to carry off the look as well as Keith did. Everyone was tempted to take a photo but was too afraid to do so. For his wife's sister's birthday, billionaire CEO Keith Yates dressed like Ken, which made headlines on billboards. It's shocking to see someone who embodies such grandeur and elegance dressed in such

I love you, Unice, and please take care of yourself at all times. Sincerely, Shelton Ace Opening the box, I was surprised to see the black leather-fitting jacket. I suppose this is his clothing, so why would he give me his black jacket? I pick it up and immediately detect his perfume on the jacket. Giggled because he feared I'd masturbate on his jacket, but I'll retain it as a souvenir and let him wear it again when he returns. I heard a voice outside and believed it was Zoey; I went downstairs and exited the house.

Viktor wanted her for goddess knows why, and I knew it was for nothing good. "She will be safe." Bolton reassured me with his eyes. I nodded to him with a smile. He rose and held his glass to speak. I couldn't help but watch his tall muscular body in a black and red uniform. The other warriors wore brown and yellow to represent our pack colors.

Before I opened my eyes to check on the poor guy, I was grabbed by my collar and hoisted up to the moon like an auction item. ‘Gladly,’ snarled the deep voice. There was fire in those vacant blue eyes and I could sense the pain of betrayal behind them. Somewhere inside, Keithen was trapped. Blinded. Losing control of his body to the dark whims. There seems to be only one thing I could do to bring Keithen back to his senses. Sparing some energy to stay in the fight against gravity, I blurted, ‘You dumb wolf! Come out and punish me!’

The tectonic power of the earth was now bound to the Deep Void. A heavy, warm weight settled over my shoulders. Killian draped his oversized, black tactical jacket over me. He had washed the dragon blood and volcanic ash from his skin, wearing nothing but a pair of dark combat trousers. The ancient, golden runes on his chest were dormant, but the feral, possessive heat radiating from him was as intense as ever. He knelt in front of my seat, his massive hands gently taking my right hand—the same hand that had just crushed a god's heart. He didn't look at the new, terrifying power pulsing beneath my skin. He pressed a soft, reverent kiss to my knuckles.

Near the fountain, leaning against it, was a large metal shield, this being large enough to cover the entire body of a person. This was Keil's battle gear, heavily enchanted Mithryl plate armor, two powerful magic swords (the second being one of the castle's treasures), and a shield so strong that even the direct hit of a tank shot could not. penetrate it. Being close enough, Keil bows slightly in greeting before speaking "We are ready sir. What will our orders be?" Zark's intentions were simple, he wanted to explore the areas near the castle in search of any trace of civilization, for this reason he decided to form a small expedition team with the minimum necessary for the task.