Stan X Kyle 소설 & 이야기

"Make the call." Kelly eyes me for a long three seconds. "You’re serious." "Dead serious." With a muttered curse, Kelly picks up his desk phone and dials. I can feel the sweat slicking my palms as the line begins to ring. Stanton is calling Ted McLean. Fifty-six years old, a Texan, and a man God seemingly created using gravel instead of sand. He’s notorious in the industry for being a stubborn, prideful son of a bitch. When the line clicks open, the voice that barks through the speaker is exactly as advertised, rough, scraping, and hostile. "Hello, who’s this?"

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

Jonathan neither hugged the child back nor did he push him away. The Prestons did not know what to make of his reaction. They assumed Jonathan was courteous and showed respect to Madam Preston by not throwing the child off. They all waited with bated breath for her response. “President Smith, this is Kyle Preston, my great-grandson. His father is the current army Colonel of P city, Liam, who just transferred from Maple City.” Madam Preston loved Kyle and had no intention of hiding him away.

"Stephen, please have Melody's preferred drink delivered here and find Kyle for me." "Yes, Sir." I continue to watch while Mr. Lusty Master comforts the now quiet and content female. "You called, Master D?" Kyle says. He's tall, almost the size of Damian, and he's incredibly gorgeous. I would have a tough time deciding who is better looking. This hunk isn't dressed as an employee. He's pure Dom. "Do you have a sub for the night, Kyle?" "No, I don't." "Melody has need of a little TLC and I'm hoping you can take her to one of the private rooms and make her feel better."

“Your stance. Your balance. Everything starts from the ground.” His hands moved to my waist, adjusting my posture, guiding my shoulders. His touch was firm but gentle, his breath brushing the back of my neck as he corrected my grip. Alexandro stood behind her, his presence solid and commanding as he gently adjusted her grip on the wooden staff. “Your hands need to be shoulder-width apart,” he said, his voice low, steady. “Too close, and you lose balance. Too wide, and you lose control.” He stepped closer, guiding her stance with a firm hand on her waist. “Bend your knees slightly. Keep your core tight. The power doesn’t come from your arms — it starts at your center.”

Hutton rushed in at the moment and froze at what was happening. "Stan, what are you doing?" he yelled. "Nothing much, just that I want to be Alpha..." Stan replied with a smirk, and I raised my eyebrows at him. "We both know you can't kill me. The powers you have aren't compared to the Blue Moon spirit that is in me as the Alpha!" I snorted with a sneer. "And that's why I'm here." I heard a different voice, which made my feet move back in fear. The voice was that of my Luna, Kyle.

It’s Kyle. ---

“The Sterling name is not something you parade through rumor and spectacle.” Her gaze flicked to me again. This time sharper. “Not tonight. Not like this.” Xander didn’t argue. He didn’t explain. “I’m aware,” he replied. That was all he had to say. No apolog, no correction. Her lips pressed together. She straightened, dignity intact, and stepped back as though the exchange had never happened. The crowd resumed breathing. Barely. That was when I saw Kyle. He stood near one of the columns, half in shadow, posture rigid. His expression wasn’t anger, not fully.

Seating at one of the wooden stool near the bar counter I looked at the familiar smiling face of the barista who is none other than my spy in this fucking club, named Kyle. Kyle is a vampire who works in this club at night. It's his part time job where he gets paid double. By club for working as a barista and by me for working as my spy. He provides me with information because such places are most likely to have mysterious guests with strong backgrounds and dirty hands. Many dangerous, wanted supernatural criminals visit here for not only messing around but also for buying and selling information, so it's very likely for them to have important information on each and everything.