Whitty X Keith Novels & Stories

Zina and Dawn know who Liam, Pierce, and Keith are, but they are not in the same circles, because Omegas don't mix with warriors and Keith is something like a celebrity trainer who earns an unimaginable amount of money with his line of protein shakes. Pierce gestured to Katya to add more beers, and soon each of them had one. After finishing the beer he was holding, Keith excused himself, saying that he has an early start in the morning, and he reminded guys not to stay too long and not to get wasted. The truth was that Keith didn't want to leave, but he had duties before games start, and as the main coach from the hosting pack, he couldn't mess up and be late, or worse… late and hungover. He

The week spent next to Kit was a mixture of hell and heaven for Tom. And a source of mass of pleasant, funny and funny memories. Keith is at McDonald's, watching the double hamburgers floating past on trays with her round eyes, and says that she might be a vegetarian tonight. And he orders… chicken salad. In her opinion, it's quite vegetarian :) The whale follows his spit flying into the river with a touching look. “Always wanted to spit off the Brooklyn Bridge,” she shares. — Even if the bridge is not the same, but still the feeling is awesome ... Come on, who is next?

Gary clicked on a screenshot, a private conversation between Keith and Yvette. [Keith: Ella's getting too big for her britches, thinking her smarts put her above me. [She had the nerve to challenge me on my last proposal, right in front of everyone. [Yvette: Don't sweat it, Mr. Johnson. Some folks just can't see past their own nose.] [I'll handle her. I've got just the trick to make her fall in line.] [Keith: Really? I'm all ears, as long as it doesn't backfire on me.]

keith yelled "But you ask me to keep shut and am following your orders but now you're blaming me from keeping shut"Darcie said and keith hissed The place was getting hot and Darcie decided to remove her jacket "Hey what did you think you're doing?? Keith asked "This place is hot and I just want to remove my jacket" "And did you realise that a guy is here with you" keith said "But am wearing some inner cloth" "So you think am a stick" keith said

Sarah added and finally stepped forward from behind those two who shielded her. "We all know who you truly are. Nothing but a stinking good-for-nothing, piece of-" "I dare you to complete that sentence." We all turned to see Keith standing with one hand in his pocket and his dead eyes staring at Sarah in particular, "Go ahead. Let's see just how far my patience dries out."

David Yang asked as they unloaded bags, "wanna hit a party after dinner?" "Party?" Wendy’s eyes lit up. "Who’s hosting?" "Keith—SU alum, two years above you. Good chance to meet upperclassmen." Keith had played SU football before transferring post-injury, his dad had mentioned. "From our school?" Wendy turned fully toward him. "How do you know him?" "High school math class. I tutored him; he had my back." At her raised brows, he laughed. "Relax—not a bullying thing. He called it ‘fair trade.’"

Keith stood by the window, his gaze falling on Shirley and Mrs. Wright. He didn't know what Shirley was going to do, but no matter what it was, he would support her wholeheartedly. A knock on the door came from outside, and Tony walked over stealthily. "Mr. Keith, Madam went to the beauty center with Mrs. Wright." "I see." Keith lowered his eyes, moonlight spilling onto his peerless face, veiling it with an indescribable allure.

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 cursed him internally while trying not to breathe too loudly. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” a male voice asked, once I recognized as Keith, part of Wyatt’s team. “Oh, wait,” Keith continued. Even without seeing his face, I could hear the teasing smirk in his voice. “Was it because you had a chick here last night?” I pinched Wyatt’s side warningly beneath the blanket. “A chick?” Wyatt repeated lazily. “I guess I did have a chick here.” I wanted to die. “What the hell, man?” Keith laughed. “You actually snuck a girl inside?”

“Mr. Yowell, why are you here? Come in, come in. Alex, please cut up the watermelon for Mr. Yowell. It’s too hot in the middle of the day, it’ll help him fight the heat! Mr. Yowell, you could’ve told me what you needed. Alex and I would’ve personally gone to visit you. How could we make you come to us?” When Michelle Yowell heard this, she smiled. Keith’s legs felt weak and he nearly fell to his knees. Keith wouldn’t dare let Grandmaster Rockefeller cut a watermelon open for him no matter how brave he was. He’d rather cut his own head open. “There’s no need for that, there’s no need at all… I’m not thirsty,” Keith quickly said. “Look at you. You’re drenched in sweat. How could you not be thi