Caitlin Andrews Novels & Stories

I got my ass ready to leave, "If that's all you got..." "There's one other thing I'd like to discuss with you before you go." "And what's that" I dropped back down on the chair. "It's about Caitlin." "Caitiebear? If you're about to tell me some off colored shit about my daughter I know that you're lying, my kid..." "No-no, it's nothing like that. Did you know that your daughter is exceptionally bright? She's captain of the debate team, president of the student body and the math club and I understand she even finds time to volunteer at the children's hospital while keeping up with her studies."

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

Francis made the introductions and some of his friends look at him shocked. "Isn't he the brother of that freak?" Kaitlin one of the girls asked. She has light blond hair that stops almost at her butt and she was very beautiful and extremely good at cheer leading which is why the seniors were planing to handing her the role as captain next year. Andrew won't deny that he has some sort of crush on her. Although he didn't like the way she referred to his sister, he kept his mouth shut so he won't upset anyone "My buddy here may be related to that freak but he's nothing like her" Francis assured as he flung an arm around Andrew's shoulder "isn't that right man?" He asked as if to confirm.

If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done. She leads me down the hall from her daughter’s room to her own, and on the way, Taylor tells me all about her mate, Cyrus, who is also the beta of Reid’s pack. Apparently the adjustment to parenthood has been rough on both of them, but Cyrus has stepped up more than she ever expected him to. Her hazel eyes light up when she talks about her mate, her wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair bouncing as she speaks animatedly.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

She sighed. “Forget what?” Her gaze met mine, “Long story, how about a drink and we can talk?” She offers and I nod my head. We walked through the Lobby and into the bar where we sat at the small table by the window. This might not be the weather I wanted today but I'd have to admit I love the sound of rain hitting the glass. “Two daiquiris please,” The girl tells the waiter. “I'm Sabrina by the way,” “Whitney,”

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

Claire exclaimed dramatically. “Cara! Are you okay?” Andrew asked anxiously, half-rising from his seat. Sara stood slowly, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her skin. “I’m okay. Let me just go clean up.” She didn’t wait for another word. As soon as she disappeared toward the restroom, Claire dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “I should go help her out,” she said lightly. “Oh, you’re so thoughtful,” Andrew replied, smiling. Claire walked toward the restroom, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.

Caitlin sat in her office in the university library, elbow on her desk, head in her palm, poring over the book before her. She had spent all morning pulling rare books from the stacks, and now her desk was covered with them. But these were not the usual books she worked on. When she’d arrived this morning, the first thing she had done was clear her desk of all her work books—and made room for a whole new set of books. She had walked into work today determined, obsessed with finding out exactly what was happening to her daughter and figuring out how to help her.

In the private room of a splendid home, three individuals were discussing their schemes. "I can't believe it. How can Kenzie be better than me? It just can't be true." Briana barked, her eyes red from all the crying she did overnight. She turned to Claire, Andrew's stepmother, and said, "But aunt, you'll help me right? I - I just can't lose Andrew. And I promise you, I will convince my father with lending you the money you need."