Caitlin Carey Novels & Stories

“Just tell me what you want. I’ve got things to do.” By things, I mean finding an activity that can distract me from what Megan looks like under her clothes. It’s something that’s been plaguing me for a while now, and I can’t shake the mental images I create. Then again, talking to my ex-wife is a good way to distract myself out of that. “Well, I just got a call from Anna,” Caitlin sounds excited. “She’s going to be introducing her boyfriend to us, and she wants both of us to meet them for dinner.”

“You busy right now?” “Nope. Absolutely not. Go ahead.” Griff glanced over at Claire, saw those blue eyes watching him closely. His own green eyes lingered on her bruised cheek, just for a few seconds. “Can I bring someone for you to check over?” Griff said. “She’s a bit injured.” “Who’s injured?” Mark grated out. “The target of the op? Claire?” “Her name’s Caitlin. And she needs things done on the QT, man. No paperwork.” Griff looked over at Claire once more, saw the fear swimming in those eyes. “I gave her my word, Mike. Nothing on the record.”

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.

When Chastity had arrived home, she went straight upstairs to take a shower. Chastity was drying her hair with a blow dryer when someone knocked on the door. She had on a thick, white robe. “Come in.” The door opened to Caitlin. She was wearing a pair of white jean shorts that were halfway up her thighs. She wore a red halter top. Her taste in clothing had changed a lot when she had fallen in love with Alexander. No more conservative sister, Caitlin, that was for sure. “You’re home.” She closed the door behind her.

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

I was grateful for all he had done for me and my family. The city was 40 miles away. It took almost the whole day of non-stop riding. Aisle didn’t seem to get tired out, or need to stop to eat or drink. The city was surrounded by a giant wall. There were four gates to get in and out of the capitol. My family's cottage was on the outskirts of the Mouradian territory. The ruler of the Mouradian territory was a young queen by the name of Cecilia. I did not know much about her, other than she lost her parents from a assassination. They were poisoned at a banquet that Cecilia did not attend. She was only 12 when she came to power. I’ve heard she is a fair ruler.

My heart hammered loudly in my chest, my mind clouded with unsettling thoughts, scanning the car again for a way out. “Joan, stay away from him,” I shouted. Allen smiled, bringing the phone to Joan. “Hey, love,” he smiled. Joan turned to him and pulled him into a kiss. “Hey sweetie,” she smiled, turning to the phone. “He is still alive?” “Joan,” I called, my mouth fell open in shock, I can't believe could do this to me. “Joan, why?” She shrugged. “I guess, two billion dollars net worth, that you left for your son,” she laughed.

Kael had been away from home for four years, dedicated to learning and studying how to lead a pack. “Kael, thank goddess that you are back!” Dawn ran, hugging him. “You couldn't have arrived at any better time.” Someone coughed, and I raised an eyebrow at the woman standing beside Kael. Tall, stunning, and commanding, she possessed a presence that could rival that of a model. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, emitting a mesmerizing blue hue. Dawn instantly separated from him. She glanced at her and it took one haughty look from the lady to shut her up.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.