Whitty X Keith Novels & Stories

Keith rephrased with a silent scoff. "It would be cruel if I asked you to forget Matthew---" "Matthew himself had asked me to forget him," Keith smirked cutting in. "But I won't. And I'm not going to have a good life." He mentioned to Ruth who was staring at him confusedly, her eyes still red from crying. "I would become successful and wait for my death while being a confirmed bachelor. Aromantic, misogamist or call it whatever." Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet.

I know Tessa and Ben would stand behind him but Keith might not be so keen after what just happened. “Alright,” Camille sighs. He takes out his contacts and removes the dark wig he's been wearing. “Prince Camille,” Keith growls looking back and forth between us. I step closer to him hoping my proximity will soothe his wolf. “I guess I have a lot to explain,” Camille rubs the back of his neck. “You can start with why you thought it was okay to make an advance on my mate.” “Keith—” Keith growls. “Hope—”

That look in his eyes seemed to say: There’s something going on between you two. Lucas greeted Autumn warmly. “Hi, I’m Keith’s childhood friend, Lucas Whitman.” Autumn returned a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Autumn Lewis.” “I’ve heard Keith mention you a lot before...” Before he could finish, Keith kicked him under the table and shot him a warning look, clearly telling him not to say anything unnecessary. Seeing that Autumn looked much better, Keith said, “Finish your tea and get some rest. We have something to take care of, so we’ll head out first.”

"They hit one of my shipments last week. Killed three of my men." I forced myself to focus. Business. This was about business. "Viktor?" "Viktor's dead. His son, Alexei, is running things now. Younger. More reckless." Keith poured two fingers of whiskey into crystal tumblers. "He wants war." "Then we give him war." I accepted the glass. "That's what you brought me in for." "Partly." Keith's gray eyes studied me with the intensity that had made him one of the most feared men on the West Coast. "I also brought you in because I trust you. There are only three people in this world I trust completely, Damien. Amanda. You. And Ro

"And this is?" Keith picked up on the tension immediately. He stepped forward, offering his hand with an easy smile. "Hello. I'm Keith Burns, Ms. Sinclair's coworker and friend." Christopher had always been composed in front of others. He shook his hand, introducing himself without missing a beat. "Ah, I see." Keith's expression shifted, interest flickering in his eyes as he studied him more closely. "I've heard a lot about you. They say Mr. Zephyr from the Northon guild is young and impressive. Nice to finally meet you."

I ask them "Let's put the truth so can I have your impressions to me?" Keith answered "Uhm for me, at first I thought you are just friends but as I know you better you are such a chatterbox, hahaha and you become a grumpy kitten when your hungry hahaha" Pawell said while laughing at Keith. "Oiii!!! Stop laughing, I agree that sometimes I am such a chatterbox, but I am not grumpy! Hmpf!" Keith barks at Pawell.

I heard shouting—furious, heartbroken cries. “MIA!” Their voices—Xavier, Rolex, Nathan, Sean—all blended together in a chaotic roar of rage. The rattling of cages, the sound of something breaking—someone losing control. Keith let out a cruel chuckle. “There it is,” he murmured. “The power of the White Wolf. And soon, it will be mine.”

He came out of the shadows, i knew that he was talking about Dante but then I didn't want to let him know what he asked me or it would cause him to panic and try to act on his own. “Yes, I made sure that he won't see her or even come across her. So what message do you have for me Keith?” I looked at him, he sat down and crossed his legs and smiled. Keith was once a powerful Alpha, he was the strongest in the entire western region till wolves began disappearing whenever they went to pay a visit to his pack.

"Dear James, ever since I've known you, I've always seen you as an outstanding person, like you had no weaknesses at all. You were always high above, like a deity, commanding admiration." James remained silent, allowing Keith to continue speaking, though he had no interest in whatever twisted intentions Keith harbored. As Keith's true motives were laid bare, a chilling laugh, akin to the sinister echoes from the depths of hell, pierced the airwaves. "James, I want you to suffer. Now that I've uncovered your vulnerability, I'll ensure your agony knows no bounds until both you and your Quigley family are reduced to ashes." With those words hanging in the air like a malevolent fog, Keith abrupt