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How Many Grandchildren Does Kris Jenner Have?

Do you want to Know All About Kris Jenner & How Many Grandchildren Does Kris Jenner Have? In this blog Hott Stories we shares all info Kris Jenner’s grandchildren names. Kris Jenner Kardashian isn’t just a mom to six kids She’s also proud to be a grandmother to 11 kids the latest being Wolf!

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[ sohee han, she/her, cis woman ] — was that PRISCILLA AUDITORE née TOUSSAINT? the TWENTY-EIGHT year old is a LADY, how exciting to see them this season! rumors have it they are SHARP and SOPHISTICATED, but i’ve heard they are CRITICAL and SELF-RIGHTEOUS as well — maybe that’s why they’ve been called the PRAGMATIC. I have even heard that SHE HAS BEEN SEEN DISAPPEARING INTO BEDROOMS THAT ARE NOT HER OWN —only time will tell.

— penned by karin.

⤷ &. INTRO

character summary: second-born out of four siblings. her mother is regency era kris jenner, meaning that she has a role to play in keeping up with the toussaints. said role was to keep her head down during the season and marry well, which was not too difficult to do for priscilla, who fancies herself a proper and well-educated mature lady. enter biagio auditore. a game of cat and mouse, a two-year marriage, and two estates (one in england and the other in italy) later, priscilla and her husband are now in london for the season—she claims she must help her younger sister find a match, after all. she intends to make the most of her visit. she loves her husband dearly, which is why she has taken it upon herself to disappear behind closed bedroom doors—sometimes with her husband following suit.

inspiration: she's a virgo.

aesthetic: a swan taking flight, a clock ticking in the background, the first bloom of spring, gloves slowly removed.

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full name: priscilla odelia auditore née toussaint.

age: twenty-eight.  

place of birth: brighton, england.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexual orientation: bisexual. 

religion: anglican; non-practicing.

family: hugo & franscesca toussaint (parents). aurora, clarissa & theodorus (siblings). biagio auditore (husband).

languages: english (native), korean (fluent), italian (conversational), french (rudimentary).

profession: running the auditore estate, honestly.

label: the pragmatic.

⤷ &. STORY

hugo & francesca have high hopes for all their children. of course, priscilla is no exception. schooled in all manners appropriate for high society, she had always have all the makings of a lady.

she may not be as impressive as her siblings in many other aspects, but priscilla has this: her feet are rooted deeply to the ground. she fancies herself a realist and would like to think that she is ready for the world in many ways they are not.

her debut season had proved to be unsuccessful. a few suitors here and there, but no serious matches—and none good enough for her mother.

it's only many moons later—after an embarrassing amount has passed since her debut—that she meets her match. almost at majority age, she had dreaded having to settle for a safe choice that she knew would only disappoint her parents. then came along biagio auditore.

it was not love at first sight, but it was something. a want that would not go away. and so a match was made.

early marriage life was a whirlwind. swept off to the auditore estate in italy, priscilla found love in her husband—a menacing force to be reckoned with who was only ever tender with her. loved in return, all she had to do was ask before he agreed to allow them to spend half their year in their english estate, bringing priscilla closer to her family once more.

between the romance and the comfort of her new role as biagio's wife, it's long overdue that priscilla auditore née toussaint did something many would consider unladylike: she asked for her husband's permission to seek pleasure elsewhere.

back in london for the social season and her family, her mother has since started asking about grandchildren. between her widowed elder sister and unmarried younger siblings, who else could the responsibility fall on?

⤷ &. WANTED CONNECTIONS

bedroom companions... unbeknownst to most, priscilla and biagio are in an open relationship (sexually). priscilla is picky about who she lies with, but she would with either close friends she knows she could trust or strangers who would not be a threat to her social standing.

fellow married people? high society people who no longer have their time taken up by courtships and can in fact discuss and gossip about married life with her.

childhood friends. people she grew up with! family friends of the toussaints! anything actually!

will add more eventually.

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I worry about my grandchildren because the Internet can be brutal.

- Kris Jenner

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Celebrities Who Are Grandparents: Multi-Generational Family Pics

Celebrities Who Are Grandparents: Multi-Generational Family Pics

Proud Loveys, Nanas and Papas! Kris Jenner, Queen Elizabeth II and more stars balance their well-known careers with doting over their many grandchildren. The Kardashians matriarch is notably the proud mom to Kourtney Kardashian, Kim Kardashian, Khloé Kardashian, Rob Kardashian, Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner. In addition to supporting her children — she shared her eldest four with ex-husband…

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Kris Jenner Mourns Tristan Thompson’s Mom Andrea – Hollywood Life

Kris Jenner Mourns Tristan Thompson’s Mom Andrea – Hollywood Life

View gallery Kris Jenner mourned Tristan Thompson’s mother Andrea after her fatal heart attack. “I am so heartbroken by the sudden passing of Tristan’s mom, Andrea,” the 66-year-old mother of Khloe Kardashian began in the tribute for the mother of her daughter’s ex-boyfriend, and father of her grandchildren True, 4, and a baby boy born in August. More AboutKris Jenner “My thoughts, prayers and…

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Kris Jenner keeps Kylie and Khloe’s babies’ names hidden as she unveils army of Elf on the Shelf toys

Kris Jenner keeps Kylie and Khloe’s babies’ names hidden as she unveils army of Elf on the Shelf toys

To view this video please enable JavaScript, and consider upgrading to a web browser that supports HTML5 video Kris Jenner kept her kids’ secrets as she hid daughters Khloe and Kylie’s baby names from view on her shelf that featured an army of red elves.  The momager, 67, laid out Elves on the Shelves for all her 12 grandchildren that featured little name badges signalling who’s elf was who – all…

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‘All Good Blessings’! Pierce Brosnan Announces Birth of 4th Grandchild

‘All Good Blessings’! Pierce Brosnan Announces Birth of 4th Grandchild

Proud Loveys, Nanas and Papas! Kris Jenner, Queen Elizabeth II and more stars balance their well-known careers with doting over their many grandchildren. The Kardashians matriarch is notably the proud mom to Kourtney Kardashian, Kim Kardashian, Khloé Kardashian, Rob Kardashian, Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner. In addition to supporting her children — she shared her eldest four with ex-husband…

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Khloe Kardashian Reveals Surprising Request If Shes Ever in a Coma NBC Bay Area

Khloe Kardashian has her needs nailed down.   Because the 38-year-old revealed in the course of the newest episode of Hulu’s “The Kardashians,” she and her household have fixed chats concerning the procedures they’ve in place in case of premature occasions. Khloe’s revelation was spurred by her go to to mother Kris Jenner, who was within the midst of restoration after present process hip surgical procedure.   “My household and I, we discuss wills; loss of life,” Khloe Kardashian stated in a confessional in the course of the Oct. 20 episode. “We inform one another what our needs can be, if one thing horrible have been to occur. If I am in a coma, I am nonetheless getting my nails accomplished as soon as per week, and that is in my will, as a result of individuals are going to go to me.”   However that wasn’t the one grim confession since, as Kris Jenner revealed, she and daughter Kylie Jenner have been lengthy overdue to “select mausoleums.” This little tidbit prompted Khloe to joke about re-thinking about simply what number of spots there must be on reserve attributable to their ever-growing household. “Have you learnt what number of children we have now?” the “Good American” founder stated, referring to Kris Jenner’s whole of 11 grandchildren between Khloe and 4 of her siblings. “How are we going to—we’ll want all of f–k–g Hidden Hills.” This additionally allowed Kylie Jenner to chime in with a lighthearted suggestion, saying, “Properly, I feel we have to say, you realize, solely this many generations are allowed in right here.” As Kris Jenner concluded, “It is like a membership. Nope you are not on the checklist.”   New episodes of “The Kardashians” air each Thursday on Hulu. Khloé Kardashian is breaking her silence on her child drama. In a teaser clip for the brand new season of “The Kardashians,” the Good American founder broke down in tears whereas opening up about having one other child together with her ex-boyfriend Tristan Thompson. Supply hyperlink Originally published at SF Newsvine

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Did Pete Davidson Take away Kim Kardashian Tattoos After Breakup? Pictures

The aftermath? After he was seen with some bandages, followers are asking: Did Pete Davidson get his Kim Kardashian tattoos eliminated? The King of Staten Island star was seen with bandages over his collarbone the place he obtained the “My Woman Is a Lawyer” tattoo in honor of Kim’s pursuit of legislation. Pete has been getting lots of his tattoos eliminated so plenty of followers assumed that he would get his tattoos of Kim eliminated after their breakup. Nevertheless, a supply instructed UsWeekly that the bandages weren’t associated to his tattoo elimination. “Whereas he continues to take away his tattoos, [the photo] is from set and never associated to eradicating the lawyer tattoo,” the supply stated. Picture: MEGA Company Together with the “My Woman is a Lawyer” tattoo, Pete has a tattoo devoted to Kim’s children. The 28-year-old SNL alum’s neck tattoo was first seen whereas he was leaving a standup present on April 29, 2022, in line with images obtained by Web page Six. Within the images, which you’ll view right here, the tattoo seems to incorporate a sequence of letters: “KNSCP.” Based on the outlet, the letters appear to face for the initials of Kim and her children, so as from oldest to youngest. The 41-year-old SKIMS founder shares children North, 8, Saint, 6, Chicago, 4, and Psalm, 2, with Kanye, whom she filed for divorce from in February 2021 after practically seven years of marriage. Pete additionally has a branding of Kim’s title on his physique. Kanye posted a sequence of Instagram posts that roasted Pete’s tattoo of his youngsters. “Ask Pete how these tattoos of my children doing within the trauma unit,” Kanye wrote on a singular publish. A supply instructed Folks on August 8, 2022, that Pete is coping with Kanye’s backlash on social media via trauma remedy. Pete has been the fixed goal of Kanye throughout the King of Staten Island actor’s relationship with the SKKN founder. He was ceaselessly referred to as out as “Skete” in Kanye’s Instagram posts. The supply confirmed that since April, he “has been in trauma remedy largely. The eye and negativity coming from Kanye and his antics is a set off for [Pete], and he’s needed to search out assist.” The supply confirmed Kim’s endless help of her ex-boyfriend. “She’s been nothing however supportive of [Pete] all through their relationship.” Information of Kim and Pete’s breakup broke on August 5, 2022, and the insider added that Pete is listening to his personal life, “Shifting ahead he simply desires to give attention to his profession.” The Kardashians is on the market to stream on Hulu. Right here’s tips on how to watch it free of charge. Picture: Gallery Books. For extra in regards to the Kardashians, take a look at Kris Jenner’s 2011 memoir, Kris Jenner…And All Issues Kardashians, during which the momager tells her never-before-told story about how she led her six youngsters—Kourtney, Kim, Khloé, Rob, Kendall and Kylie—to worldwide stardom and constructed their multi-million greenback empire. You could assume you already know the Kardashians, however as Kris explains in her e-book, what’s within the media and in Retaining Up With the Kardashians is barely the tip of the iceberg. In Kris Jenner…And All Issues Kardashians, Kris reveals how she balanced six youngsters (to not point out 4 stepchildren and quite a few grandchildren) whereas constructing a enterprise for her household. The e-book additionally dives into Kris’ relationship with Nicole Brown Simpson earlier than and after her husband, O.J. Simpson, was accused of her homicide. Kris Jenner…And All Issues Kardashians is a must-read for any Kardashian fan. Our mission at STYLECASTER is to carry model to the folks, and we solely function merchandise we predict you’ll love as a lot as we do. Please be aware that if you buy one thing by clicking on a hyperlink inside this story, we might obtain a small fee of the sale.   Originally published at Sacramento News Journal

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the third KimYe child has arrived

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Yolanda is evil. Sorry, but it’s the truth 🤷🏿‍♀️

I mean, I’m not arguing with you.

She seems laser focused on having famous daughters and grandchildren and will stop at nothing to get there. She’s essentially a less business oriented, extremely demented Kris Jenner.

But Mohammed isn’t blameless in this situation either. If my daughter came up to me at 14 years old and told me she wanted a nose job, and M was even slightly supportive of the idea, let alone actively encouraging it, I’d be at the lawyer’s office twenty minutes later filing for divorce and full custody of whatever children we have. Not shrugging my shoulders and signing off on it with him. He either ignored it or encouraged it himself, and either way, he played a role too.

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Kendall is like the family reject

That’s what she gets for not giving kris jenner grandchildren!!!!

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One of kris jenner’s grandchildren is named dream?? 😭

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Kris Jenner Mourns Tristan Thompson’s Mom Andrea – Hollywood Life

Kris Jenner Mourns Tristan Thompson’s Mom Andrea – Hollywood Life

View gallery Kris Jenner mourned Tristan Thompson’s mother Andrea after her fatal heart attack. “I am so heartbroken by the sudden passing of Tristan’s mom, Andrea,” the 66-year-old mother of Khloe Kardashian began in the tribute for the mother of her daughter’s ex-boyfriend, and father of her grandchildren True, 4, and a baby boy born in August. More AboutKris Jenner “My thoughts, prayers and…

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late late werewolf

I chewed on @wickershire‘s ask for a werewolf carpool karaoke timestamp for weeks, and then tumblr fuckin’ ate it, but here’s the outcome anyway. It’s mostly inspired by this photo and this video, and also here’s some Azoff den house porn and Jamesy baby’s place in Malibu.

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Los Angeles is thicker with wolves than London is. James hadn’t realized that when he made the move. He’d only known that the boys were in and out of LA as much as London anymore, and hoped that would be enough to keep him from getting lonely. So it was a surprise to discover that LA has a disproportionately influential network of werewolves, and a bigger surprise to find himself welcomed into it.

James isn’t easily dazzled by superstars. It’s hard to be, when you’ve hoovered One Direction’s fur off your sofa. But he still can’t quite believe that he and Justin Timberlake get together every couple of months to chase coyotes in Griffith Park.

All the same, there’s nothing like seeing the boys. Any of them. So he’s only half-joking when Harry mentions doing the show during album promo, and James suggests that he stay for a week. move into the studio, you can sleep under my desk, he texts.

i’ll wee on your rug, comes the response. They trade increasingly terrible jokes about overnight guests and Harry earning his keep, and then James heads into a meeting and puts it out of his mind. He won’t need to remind Ben to get Harry scheduled as a musical guest when the time comes. Maybe they can even get a skit out of him.

The next day, Jeff Azoff calls. “Harry said he’s been talking to you about doing a week on the show?”

It takes James a moment to remember the text chain from the day before. Following through on vague ideas about getting together isn’t usually Harry’s thing. Their friendship is more of an endless series of joking texts and unfulfilled promises to make plans, right up until the point when Harry needs a sympathetic ear and someone to scratch his. That’s when he turns upon James’s doorstep.

He’s not sure whether Jeff’s interested in the idea, or calling to chew him out about presuming there’s a place for the Late Late Show in Harry’s well-oiled highly calculated promo plans. “Yeah,” James says, hoping for the best. “Yeah, we’d mentioned that.”

“Harry likes the idea,” Jeff says. “We all do. Let’s get it scheduled.”

Jeff starts talking about timing and strategy, moving other commitments to free up a whole week, and James checks out. Ben can handle that part. Ben’s not a wolf, and therefore Ben can have pleasant uncomplicated professional interactions with Jeff. Every conversation that James has with Jeff is shaped by crosscurrents of hierarchy and power that flow well beyond the two of them. Especially when the conversation’s about Harry.

James wants to believe that this residency is Harry following through, for once. This is Harry wanting to have some fun together. But he can’t help the uncomfortable suspicion that Jeff’s driving this somehow, and, inevitably, behind Jeff is his father.

Irving Azoff is the most powerful alpha in Los Angeles, and James doesn’t want to owe him any favors.

***

Late one night the week before the show, James’s phone rings with What Makes You Beautiful, and Harry’s photo pops up. James still uses an old picture from London, Harry wrapped up in a blanket burrito on James’s couch, managing to look disgruntled even as he naps. It’s a surprise; he hadn’t expected to hear from Harry until rehearsal later in the week. James swipes to answer the call, wondering what’s going on. “Harold!”

“Hellooooo,” Harry croons.

James remembers all over again how a direct hit of Harry’s voice is both soothing and disorienting. “You in town?”

“Not yet, flying tomorrow.” That explains the late phone call; Harry’s just waking up bright and early in London.

“Looking forward to next week,” James says, flipping the lock on the sliding door and starting up the stairs toward his bedroom.

“Sure, it’ll be fun.”

“Rehearsal Wednesday, right?”

“Yeah, Wednesday.” Harry pauses.

James waits him out for a moment before reaching for a prompt. “Where are you staying?” James realizes he hadn’t even offered, although Harry ought to know he’s always welcome.

“My place is going on the market.” James had forgotten Harry even had a house in LA. He still seems to prefer staying with somebody else when he’s in town, Ben and Meri or Jeff and Glynne or Cindy and Rande. Sometimes James, but James had assumed that moving out to Malibu last year would take him out of the rotation.

Harry’s still talking, rambling around to some kind of a point. “The art’s going into storage, and they’re going to like, fill in the nail holes, or paint or something, or maybe it’s something happening to the floors, I don’t remember. I think they took the rugs out too. So I’m staying with Jeff, but on Thursday we’ll all be up at his family place for the full moon, and do you want to come with?”

A loaded invitation. “Are you sure that’s all right?”

“Sure,” Harry says, broadly. “Irv actually said I should invite you.”

Which doesn’t do anything to allay James’s trepidation. But he’s not going to pass up a rare full moon with Harry, even if the rest of the company’s not ideal. “All right,” James says, like it’s easy as can be. “Tell Irving thanks for the invite.”

James wonders uncomfortably if Harry would still be going up to the Azoffs if Louis and Niall were in town. There’s no point asking him, though. In addition to it being an entirely academic question, James knows he’d only get a vague nonanswer about how Harry loves the pack and would never regret being part of it. He hasn’t left, not officially. Not like Zayn did, bloody and unmistakeable, the other four smelling of scorch and fever as they tried to rebuild the pack’s toppled scaffolding.

James doesn’t wish that on Louis again. But at least it was definitive. Not like the vague drift away that James worries Harry’s trying to accomplish, or Liam’s taciturn withdrawal into domesticity. Niall’s the only one left to bear the fierce weight of Louis’s love.

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They film a sketch on the day before the full moon. Afterwards, Harry rides with James from the studio up to Holmby Hills. The ornate streetlights are just coming on, and the sharp scent of the towering box hedges is shot through with the fragrance of spring jasmine. The gate at the Azoffs’ opens when they pull up to it, which only serves to make James wonder how his Range Rover’s been recognized. Harry points him toward an appropriately deferential parking spot in the tree-lined circle drive.

There’s a wolf curled up in the middle of the terraced walkway to the house, sharp eyes watching them as they approach. “Chelsea!” Harry calls, and bends down to give her a vigorous backscratch. She snorts and headbutts him. James refrains, assuming he’d get a sharper reaction if he tried scratching Chelsea Handler’s back.

The front door’s standing open, and Shelli Azoff glides down the wide entrance hall to greet them as they approach. “Harry!” She kisses him on each cheek, Harry preening at the motherly attention. “Jeff and Glynne are out back.”

Harry tips a salute to James and saunters off down the high-ceilinged hallway toward the dining room. Shelli turns to James. “So glad you could join us tonight.”

“It’s my pleasure,” James says. Without Harry, he feels a bit like he’s been thrown to the wolves, literally. “Thank you for having me.”

Shelli tucks her arm through his and steers him deeper into the house. “Let’s get you a drink.”

The sprawling villa is made for a pack, with wide-open passages that won’t spook a wolf and French doors open to the exterior in every room. As they pass through an internal courtyard, a black-clad server appears at Shelli’s elbow and a gin and tonic smoothly makes its way into James’s hand.

The Azoff pack is large, and James recognizes most of the faces circulating through the house and down the terrace around the pool. It’s an even mix of artists -- the big names Irving’s represented over the years -- and others from the business side. James realizes that unless the Gerber kids are running around somewhere, Harry’s the youngest one here by close to a decade. No wonder Harry’s comfortable with the Azoff crowd, James reflects. He’s always happy when he’s surrounded by people competing to parent him.

Kris Jenner joins James and Shelli on the terrace. As the women greet each other, James looks past them to an elaborate spread of capaccio arranged on carved ice blocks. The small square plates and tray of cornichons and mustard suggest it’s offered for humans, but the sheer volume of raw meat means wolves will be finishing it off later.

To James’s relief, Kris stays to talk to him after Shelli melts away to ensnare someone else. It’s no trick to sustain a conversation with Kris. The only tricky part is to extract yourself before you hear more than you ever wanted to.

“Kim and Kendall here tonight?” he asks. They’re the only wolves among Kris’s brood. It’s never certain that the gene will pass down, when only one parent’s a wolf. James admires that Kris doesn’t seem to let it bother her. He’s never seen her show any favoritism between her daughters who are pack and the others who aren’t.

“No, Kendall’s with her friends,” Kris says, gesturing into the distance with her glass of white wine. “Kim and Kanye mostly do their own thing.”

Kanye West, all the cunning and power of an alpha but too volatile to convince anyone to follow him. Marrying into the Azoff pack didn’t help matters; of all the rumblings James has heard around who might succeed Irving someday, Kanye’s name is never in the mix. He asks Kris about her grandchildren instead, filling up the space until Irving Azoff steps out of a French door behind James and straight into their conversation.

“James! Glad you could make it.” Irving gives him an LA handshake and James feels disoriented by the disconnect between his appearance and his scent. A short man with an unapologetically receding hairline, Irving looks like the odd one out at this cocktail party full of famous artists and the expensively maintained team behind them. Breathe in, though, and his scent says not just that Irving’s willing to break a few eggs to make an omelet, but that he’s about to upend the entire henhouse and feast on the chickens.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” James says. “You’ve got a lovely property here.”

Irving scoffs. “Temporary. Thought we’d be back in our place by the end of last year. Architect’s fucking incompetent.” He rants to James about the renovation gone wrong on his Beverly Hills mansion, and James relaxes into the conversational safe harbor.

When he steps to the side to set his glass down on a patio table, it’s almost immediately whisked away by an efficient server with a low ponytail and a tray of empties. She glides silently toward the kitchen, and doesn’t even flinch when Chelsea brushes past her, tail catching on the edge of the tray.

James wonders how Irving and Shelli find staff they can trust, what it must cost them. James is careful to schedule his own house manager for a day off the morning after a full moon, and wipe up any pawprints himself so his cleaners have no reason to ask questions. His chef only knows that James likes a high-protein diet and steak cooked rare.

He snaps back to attention when he hears Harry’s name. “Glad to hear he’s doing a week with you,” Irving says.

“Well, we’re happy to have him.” James concentrates on breathing steady and slow, willing his scent not to give off any trace of nerves.

“You’ve always been a good friend to Harry.” Irving shifts his highball glass from one hand to the other. “He looks up to you.”

“That’s hard to believe,” James says. Hard to remember Harry as a sixteen-year-old kid who needed anything from James. Somewhere along the way, the whole world started giving Harry whatever he needs, abundantly and enthusiastically.

“He’s doing well,” Irving agrees, as if he’s thinking the same thing. James tries to stifle a flare of irrational possessiveness. He doesn’t need Irving to tell him how Harry’s doing.

Maybe something comes through in his scent, because Irving changes the subject. “You have a pack in LA?”

“No,” James answers quickly, reaching for the lighthearted emigre persona he relies on to dodge whatever ulterior motive is behind questions like this. “Still holding onto that last tie to Buckinghamshire.”

Irving doesn’t oblige him with a laugh or a joke about how you can’t go home again or a comment about the superiority of Los Angeles weather. He just looks at James, silently, and even though James knows it’s meant to unnerve him, it works anyway.

“Door’s always open here,” Irving says, after a pause.

“Thanks,” James says, shoulders down and chin tipped forward just a little, deferential. “I appreciate that.”

“We’d like to consolidate Harry’s supporters.” James didn’t see Irving move, but all of a sudden he seems uncomfortably close. “The next few months are going to be critical. It’ll help to have a good pack behind him.”

James has to stop himself from baring his teeth. Harry has a pack, and it’s not this one. Or maybe there’s something Harry hasn’t told him, or something on the horizon. Irving has a way of making the world conform to his vision.

The moon’s not up yet, but James’s body aches to shift. “Thanks,” he says, again. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“You do that.” Irving tips his glass at someone over James’s shoulder. As he starts to move in that direction, he looks back at James. “LA’s a tough place to be a lone wolf.”

James goes in search of another drink, feeling that he’s more than earned it. While he waits for the bartender to mix him a double, he notices a handful of party guests slipping down a hall that leads away from the central part of the villa. A few minutes later, they reemerge as wolves, padding through the lounge and out the broad sliding doors to the terrace.

Shifting seems like an even better idea than more gin. James explores the hallway and finds a series of spare bedrooms. Each has an assortment of clothing neatly folded on the bed or hanging in the closet, ready for the owners to reclaim when they shift back. How civilized, James thinks. He undresses and leaves his shirt and trousers in a tidy pile on the bed, thinking nostalgically about the boys’ hoodies and high-tops scattered all over his garden back in London. Even with moonrise not quite here, the shift comes easily, as if his body understands that it’s much less complicated to be a wolf than a human in this place.

James slips out the bedroom’s French doors to the side of the house and circles back around to the yard. He emerges just in time to see Harry tossing his skinny jeans and flowered shirt on a lounge by the pool and shifting in full view of the remaining humans. Either Harry hasn’t bothered to pay attention to the pack’s customs, or he’s just well aware that nobody at this party’s going to mind an eyeful of his lean body and lesser-seen tattoos.

To the surprise of absolutely no one, Harry’s grown up into a striking wolf. His chest and shoulders have finally caught up with his long limbs and outsized paws, and his puppy fluff has resolved itself into a sleek dark coat. James bounds toward him and Harry yaps and darts off to the edge of the property, waiting for James to follow. They run through the trees and down an empty lot, emerging onto a golf course dotted with wolves. James has heard it before, but never quite believed it: Holmby Hills has enough wolves that they can afford to be a bit brazen about it on a full moon night.

The rolling fairways and the even scent of mown grass are a different experience than the Santa Monica Mountains, where James usually spends his shifts. He runs full tilt down the well-manicured course, overtaking Harry, who stays on his heels as they leave the coalescing pack behind. They weave through scattered stands of trees and leap across flat teeing grounds. James finally pulls up short and tackles Harry into a bunker. They roll over and over together in the sand like a pair of idiots, like six years never went by at all.

***

James leaves Harry at the Azoffs the next morning, heading home in the early dawn hours for a shower and a few hours of sleep. He sees him again at the studio that day, and all the next week, but there’s no chance to really talk there, surrounded by PAs and camera crew and Jeff ever-present in the background. Harry’s residency ends all too quickly, with a transcendent spark-shooting finale that has James half wondering the next morning if he dreamed the entire week.

Then, Harry’s gone. They see each other briefly in London a few weeks later, but it’s more of the same, always surrounded by the band, the crew, a theater full of people. Seeing Harry in person isn’t much different than their text message chain: sporadic outbursts of jokes that make only the two of them laugh, interspersed by long periods of nothing.

After the London show, James doesn’t hear from Harry again until his phone rings at the end of July, right as Dunkirk promo is winding down.

“I’m coming to LA for a bit before tour starts,” Harry says. “Could I stay at yours for a few days?”

“’Course you can, you know you’re always welcome.” As if James would ever tell him no. “You sure you want to be out in Malibu?”

“Yes,” Harry says, with certainty. “Want to get away a little, you know? Sit by the sea, nobody bothering me.”

He arrives at nearly midnight, the lingering traces of London in his scent almost overpowered by the stale coffee smell of air travel. James makes him a mug of tea and – when he almost falls asleep with his face in it – points him toward a guest bedroom.

Upstairs in his own room, James considers for a moment and then leaves the bedroom door slightly ajar. He doesn’t exactly expect Harry to come bounding up onto his bed like old times, but he’s not going to rule it out.

Then, instead of the clicking toenails of a wolf nosing its way through the cracked door, James hears soft knocking against the frame. Just a couple of quick and tentative raps, only loud enough for wolf ears.

“Harry?” James calls from bed. “It’s open.”

There’s just enough light to see that Harry’s shirtless and barefoot, in joggers. The black blotches of his tattoos look like absences in the dark room, like something’s chewed holes in him.

He gestures at the far side of James’s bed. “All right?”

“Sure, yeah,” James says, tugging the covers back for him. Harry takes up less space as a human, but he still radiates warmth as he settles in, turning himself over and back again, the human echo of his wolf tromping a circle into the duvet. He squirms his head down into his pillow, and then scoots closer to push his forehead into the side of James’s shoulder.

James freezes. He doesn’t know what to do with the gesture, somewhere halfway between human and wolf. After a moment he responds in kind, reaching his other hand over to scratch Harry’s head. Harry hums as if he’s pleased.

He’s silent for a few minutes after James finishes a lengthy head-scratch, but his breathing doesn’t slow into sleep. Finally, quietly, he asks, “How are they?”

“You’re not in touch?” James tries not to sound surprised or concerned.

Harry’s voice is half muffled by the pillow and the top of James’s arm. “There’s emails or texts or whatever, but.”

James understands. It’s easy to hide in plain sight in a text message chain. No way for the others to scent the truth, the way you can when your pack is nearby. “They’re good,” he says. “Truly, good. Niall’s coming into his own.”

“Louis?”

“Fatherhood suits him,” James says. “You know Freddie’s a wolf, do you?” Louis hadn’t told James, just brought tiny newborn Freddie over for a visit and let James sniff it out for himself. He’d never seen Louis so proud or so happy.

“Yeah.” James can feel Harry smile against his arm.

“And you’ll have Liam’s boy in the pack as well,” James adds. He knows that much, at least; there’s no doubt with two wolves for parents.

Harry’s quiet. After a moment, James says, softly, “They miss you.”

“Do they?” The question’s more skeptical than hopeful.

“Of course they do.” James has to ask, and there won’t be any better time than right now, with Harry in his bed seeking comfort or reassurance or something James hasn’t figured out yet. “Do you miss them?”

Harry makes an ambivalent kind of a noise. “Yes,” he answers hesitantly, drawing out the word. “I miss them. But I can’t have them around and do what I want to do right now.”

James knows. It’s hard to believe he ever advised the boys to tone it down in public, when flaunting their pack bond turned out to be integral to their success. Of course, now that makes it all the harder for Harry to establish himself as anything other than part of the pack. James aches in sympathy, knowing what it’s like to put pack at a remove to accomplish one’s own goals. It’s been so long since he’s felt that way, though. For years he’s had the boys, and now all the other wolves he’s connected with in LA.

“Would you ever…” – James can’t even bring himself to actually say it – “…the Azoffs?”

“No,” Harry says, emphatically. “I don’t miss a pack. I miss my pack.”

“I didn’t know.” James realizes for the first time how much the possibility had worried him. “Irving tried to recruit me. Gave me some line about supporting you.

Harry blows out a frustrated breath, hot against James’s arm. “You aren’t going to, are you?”

“No.” James relaxes down to his toes with the relief of not having to consider it anymore. “I mean, it’s not appealing. But if you did… I’d think about it, I guess.”

“Whatever line he fed you is bullshit,” Harry says. “He wants you as bait. Thinks if you pack up, I will too.”

“How flattering.” Not liking that line of thought, James changes the subject. “You don’t shift at night anymore?”

“Doesn’t feel right, on my own.” Of course, James thinks. Loneliness is easier as a human, with any number of distractions that aren’t available in a wolf’s body.

“Have you shifted since the last full moon?”

Harry thinks for a moment. “Maybe not.”

“Go to sleep,” James says, scratching his head one more time. “We’ll go out early in the morning, run a little ways down the beach.”

“All right.” Harry yawns into the words. He stretches away from James and swings his legs out of bed. James sees a flash of pale skin as Harry sheds his joggers, and then jumps back onto the bed as a wolf. He’s asleep a moment later, sprawled halfway across James’s chest.

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Kris Jenner Shows Off Treats That Look Exactly Like Her Grandkids: ‘Cutest Cookies Ever!’ - Us Weekly

Kris Jenner Shows Off Treats That Look Exactly Like Her Grandkids: ‘Cutest Cookies Ever!’ – Us Weekly

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The gang’s all here! Kris Jenner got a sweet surprise on Wednesday, January 29, when she received a package containing cookies that looked exactly like each of her 10 grandchildren.

The Kardashian-Jenner family matriarch, 64, showed off her sugary gift via her Instagram Stories and couldn’t believe how lifelike the treats were. “Cutest cookies ever,” she gushed. “All my grandchildren!!!”