Book About Hurricane Katrina Novels & Stories

It was the night of the hurricane and she was so lost in her nightmare she very nearly got caught up in the Twister, she had no memory of getting in front of it only remembering the paralysing fear when the freezing rain woke her upright in its path. Caleb finished and Samuel knew from watching Katrina’s body language there was so much more to what he had been told she was like a deer caught in the headlights her body was so tense if he did not stop her she was going to bolt. ‘Katrina, that must have been very traumatic for you, would you feel more comfortable speaking to me alone?’ Caleb jumped in immediately, ‘No, Samuel she would not, I promised I would stay by her side.’ Taking a deep br

She was overwhelmed at this point and couldn't think clearly, a day that started well and was looking like it was going to be full of promises had turned sour for her All because of Katrina, She was absent-minded all through the lecture, her eyes fixed on the window as her thoughts drifted far away from the professor’s Lecture The humiliation from earlier still burned in her chest, replaying over and over in her mind like a cruel joke she couldn’t escape from. She kept asking herself—what did she do to deserve this? Was she really at fault? Should she have apologized, even if Katrina was the one who provoked her?

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

Katrina was the only one of us that knew the fucking code. “We’re stuck in here. Katrina was the only one that knew the code. And who knows what kind of dangers might have slipped into the city. What dangers are between here and the hospital? And none of us have a pack link to contact anyone.” I groaned, resisting the urge to bang my head against the metal door.

Slowly, my eye went shut, but I could audibly hear their conversations. I heard a loud siren and hasty footsteps as well as voices of people discussing and lamenting about what a great loss it was to have the whole archive burnt down. The voices grew distant till it turned into echoes of whispers and I eventually blacked out. When my eyes finally unlocked, I saw Katrina gazing upon me intensely. “My lady.” her warm voice spelt. I forced a smile to soothe her. “Look.” I pulled the small scroll from my cloth. Katrina collected it with shock in her eyes. “The black book. Why are you with this, my lady?” she asked.

And during the daytime, Katrina couldn’t leave the bed unless her hunger drove her downstairs to the kitchen. Katrina buried her head in the pillow and held her stomach. This pain wasn’t only from hunger, she was very sure. She just returned from the kitchen a while ago. This pain was from something entirely different. Katrina didn’t need to be afraid any longer of the repercussion. Because the repercussion had become true. She wasn’t used to this kind of pain, but she knew what it was. Her eyes stung with hot tears as she thought about Aaron. What the hell had she done? What trouble had she landed herself in?

I nervously stutter, “p-please, let me explain!” Uncrossing her arms, my mother bends down and reaches for the book. “Well, well. What do we have here?” A knot forms in my throat. “Hmm, it looks like you have been busy. Let me see that.” The tips of my mother’s fingers reach out for the book. In horror, I watch as the tattered book trembles and levitate off the floor. Her beautiful blue eyes become dark as coal. Aunt Victoria’s eyes bulge. Before I can question how or why, a deep growl expels from her chest, “Go, Katrina! Now!”

Katrina was waiting impatiently for him to speak. "You saw it right... Aurora is the killer... She has killed many people" He got up and poured a glass of water for himself. Katrina shook her head in disbelief. "But why and how? It's so unrealistic and___" Her eyes fell on the book which Aurora is trying to read. "This book!.." She quickly grabbed it,.

* *******Somewhere deep in a Louisiana Bayou***** ***Anonymous POV*** Sitting in my garage, grease-streaked hands tightening bolts on my Road King’s new pipes, I let the phone ring. *Too early for Ti Blan’s report.* But instinct prickled—the same itch that’d saved my ass in ’05 when Hurricane Katrina tried to drown New Orleans. I snatched the phone. *“Report.”* “Boss, she’s here—the girl with the moon scar. Louise is spiraling. You said to call if…” Ti Blan’s voice crackled, tiny with fear.

“These will be donated to the pack library. Her other items will probably be sold or repossessed.” I nodded stiffly, not trusting my words. Then we got to work. Organizing and reorganizing, reminiscing about the past joys and sorrows. And for the first time in a long time, I was able to talk about Katrina without people looking at me like I was a breath away from killing myself. It felt… good. I didn’t realize how much time had passed until Camille clapped once, dragging my attention back to her. The sky outside was already dark, the air cooler and I was sprawled on the floor, books surrounding me, separating the different genres. Camille stood above me, picking out her outfits from the clos