Calla Kotlc Novels & Stories

Calla “Blaire,” I mutter as we step onto the porch of the Icewolves team house. “This is dumb. I shouldn’t be here.” She stops halfway to the door and turns around, giving me that look — the one that says she’s about two seconds from dragging me by the hair if I keep whining. “It’s not a cult, Calla. It’s a house.” “Full of hockey guys.” “Hot hockey guys.” “Exactly.”

Camilla had questions for her. “What does kot mean?” “Kot?” Doris repeated. Camilla nodded fast. That was exactly how Alek pronounced it. “Cat. He call you cat?” “I’m not a cat,” Camilla grumbled. Doris grinned, and Camilla let out a breath. She couldn’t let the woman go on thinking this arrangement was romantic. “He didn’t say that. Tell me, how do I say, I hate you?” “Ya tebya lyublyu,” Doris said.

Roman shrugged with a smirk. "i'll prefer you were the one doing the biting" Camila rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. The couple walked out of their penthouse and down to the lobby where they met Cory more than dressed for the occassion. He was dressed in an army green jacket, over shorts, hiking boots, a cap and a huge bagpack on his bag, It was so huge that they wondered how he was able to carry it.

I expected him to look sad, but there was a certain fire burning behind his eyes. "You have no idea," he said. "Well please enlighten me," I quipped. "We're not going anywhere anytime soon." I lifted my arm and gestured to the tubes connecting us. "This isn't what you think it is," he said. I looked at him, waiting for the answer he was dancing around. "Lycanthropes live in packs. They have leaders known as Betas, who answer to me, the Alpha." "And... I trailed off, clearly not seeing his point.

Cat steps in front of the mirror, and I hear Bella gasp. Kota pulls our shift, and the two lovers stare at each other momentarily. Cat prances over and licks Kota's face and snout, before rubbing her body alongside his. Kota is purring, probably thinking he is about to get lucky. She yelps, then takes off out the door and down the stairs. Kota is hot on her paws as the two burst through the packhouse door and take off across the camp towards the tree line.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

They knew those words were parting words. “Please, do not trouble yourselves. The gods singled me out for this mission, and not you. I am certain that there are disciples ahead, chosen by the gods, to assist me. Your destiny lies with you. Goodbye till we meet again. I must travel to the kingdom of Fallahi to meet Banabella, my sibling, whose beauty has brought upon us, this evil of death and destruction. May the gods be with you till we meet to part no more.” He took up a bladder of water, stared at them one last time, and strutted off, as the men stared at him in bewilderment.

Lola said, "My fourth brother is very skilled in technology research, I will ask him to help you fix it." Carolyn, "You are my fourth brother?" Lola grabbed her shoulder and walked towards the front of the banquet hall. "Yes, I am Lola, and my fourth brother is Carsen Keller." "Carsen? Your fourth brother? You are the fifth child of the Keller family?" Carolyn blinked her eyes. Lola nodded with a smile. Carolyn's eyes twinkled in an instant, "Can he really help me fix it?" "Of course," Lola said, "you give me the robot dog, and I will take it to get it fixed right away."

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

We could deal with all the emotional fallout of the group once Conan was safely back within our reach. "Have you ever fought someone before?" Kalliked asked. Shook out his black hair from some snow that had fallen on him. The snow made his caramel skin look lighter than it was. Made him seem less threatening and more clumsy. But it also made the white tattoos surrounding his neck stand out. Shaking off some of the same snowfall, I nodded. Grinned. "Maybe once or twice." I mocked. Loosened my muscles. Stretched myself until I could only hear the roaring of blood in my ears.