Book About Hurricane Katrina Novels & Stories

When is he coming? Katrina thought, she has been sitting here for hours and there still wasn't any boat or aircraft coming, she was beginning to lose hope again, what if they couldn't locate where she was? What will become of her? Would she end up giving birth here? "God please," She pleaded, it was already getting dark. "Why did you do that Katrina? I thought we are finally on the same page? Why do you choose to be so stubborn? Did you think I won't find out?"

The residents of Fort Myers, Florida were boarded up in their homes, listening to the howling winds and the punishing rains assaulting their properties as the rain bands from the hurricane swirled past. One particular resident, 32-year-old Katelyn McKinley, wasn't particularly disturbed at the moment by the violent weather. She was seated in her living room on the sofa with her shapely legs thrown over the slender legs of her lover....beautiful, blonde Hayley Matthews, her children's nanny. Hayley, a college senior on hiatus, was grasping the beautiful blue-eyed, dark-haired Katelyn and pressing her tightly against her large, bare breasts. Katelyn's pointy breasts smashed into her own, and t

Katrina was a killer; this thing was an end to all. With everything in me I jumped to my left and fell face first and rolled hoping without hope to get away from it with my eyes closed tight. I threw myself to the side, a careless, awkward jump, landing with a bad sound on my side, the hit shaking up my back and into my head. The force carried me into a wild, clumsy roll. The ground rubbed hard against my cheek and shoulder, a rough, comforting real thing compared to the not real of the whirling column. I pushed my eyelids together so tight that spots moved behind them, a last, urgent try to not see the horror, to make it go away through pure refusal to look. Please. Be gone. Just be gone. I

Katrina organizes some things in her flowery backpack to go to Amber's apartment and see if she can rescue some of her notes and folders that were left behind in the castle when Lorena attacked her. She doesn't plan on staying here all day with her mother-in-law, criticizing her and telling her what a worthless person she is compared to her son. She takes a brief shower, then dresses in her typical jeans and t-shirt. She applies a little concealer to cover her deep dark circles, after all the vomiting and crying, and with a high ponytail, she is ready.

He might be surprised that the Katrina he left saddened and hurt is now one of the happiest persons in the world. He answered, “I don’t think you should be too bothered as to how Katrina is doing sire. You can go and see her anytime you like. I’ve done as you asked by taking care of her. Katrina is doing much better than how she was before.” That reply brought so much relief to Damian’s heart. He must have expected for Renard to say otherwise, or to say just how much of a miserable state Katrina was in, but then it was far from that. Katrina is in a happy relationship, where she is learning to love for the first time. She’s chosen to move on from the hurt and pain brought by the past and foc

I found the phrase and especially the laugh unsettling. “Katrina is Type-A. She’s organized as fuck. She has physical binders with step-by-step instructions on how to do various pack-related tasks.” Zoe laughed. “They are also all stored on a secured server that the ranked members can access. It probably wasn't important if she didn’t have a guide, and she could tell you how to handle it.”