Yoshikage Kira Novels & Stories

They just watched. There was one girl—a fifteen-year-old named Kira—who was different. She had been in Deborah's house for two years. She had learned how to survive. She had learned how to smile when she didn't mean it. She had learned how to disappear inside her own body. She sat beside Mason one afternoon, on the front steps. "You're new," she said. Mason nodded. "How long were you at your last place?" "A year." "Not bad." Kira lit a cigarette—Mason didn't know where she had gotten it—and took a long drag. "My last place was three months. The one before that was six weeks."

a soft, musical voice chided from the plush leather sofa. A striking girl named Kira stood up, her movements so fluid and silent she seemed to float across the Persian rug. She had long, silver-blonde hair and eyes that looked like liquid gold in the firelight. She stepped up to Yolande, a gentle, radiant smile on her face as she reached out, her cool fingers lightly brushing Yolande's arm. The moment their skin met, Yolande felt a faint, pleasant hum of energy, a welcoming vibration that made her feel instantly accepted. "I'm Kira. Don't mind Shaw; he has the tact of a wild animal. We are simply overjoyed that you are here."

"The Alpha has updated the household staff assignments for your wing. This is Kira, and her older brother, Callum." The young woman who looked to be around my age, stepped forward first. She had sharp hazel eyes, dark braids pinned neatly at the nape of her neck, and a crisp charcoal uniform. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Vance," Kira said with a melodic voice . "I'll be handling your daily housekeeping, linen, and personal requests."