Catalina Osora Novels & Stories

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

“I did some digging and found out you were not in support of Allen's act, so he tried to kill you, we are both victims, and I want us to take revenge.” “I am sorry, Maria, but I can't do that, I will kill Allen myself,” he growled getting up from his seat. “Allen is not in your league anymore, you can't kill him anymore, thanks to your lie, I was kicked out of the company and Allen became a member of The Rodriguez's group, almost becoming chairman of the company.” “I will get him myself, you don't worry,” he said and stormed out. How resilient…but foolish. Adam walked towards me. “What should we do?”

A part of me feels like a kitten that has just wandered into the den of lions, should I even really be here? Carlos places a gentle hand on my shoulder as he seems to notice how tense I am. I look at him as he gives me a nod and a calming smile. His eyes tell me to relax as he assumes his place standing beside me. I am Catalina Vega, the daughter of Javier Vega. I can do this I say to myself as I take a deep breath and get in game mode. This is not the time to think of any other thing, my mind needs to be focused on the war about to unravel right before my very eyes, I have to be ready.

Fine, don't mind reading it if you're lazy. I want to say that, but nevermind. "And the guy who you insulted, Catalina, is the Ultimate Hot Heartthrob here. The girls here is starting to hate you because Seymour kissed you." The smirk on her lips is weird. Like a mocking smirk. I roll my eyeballs. "You're lucky. Seymour only does that when he's annoyed." What the fucking fuck? He is the Lucky one and he kissed a Catalina De Villa! Wait.. So he got annoyed, he's kisses? So, he also kissing a boy? What the ef?

Celeste said "I..." Roscoe was at a loss of words "Catalina has healed almost completely since, like three days now. Yet, she waited until today to ask you to talk with you about letting her out of this room and house of yours that she has practically mapped and imprinted in her brain to the point that she can go to any room or find anything here with her eyes closed. Her request to be let out is reasonable, one cannot stay cooped up in a place. Instead of offering an acceptable compromise you used alpha command on her to get her to agree with you. Catalina has gone through enough abuse to last her a couple lifetimes, should you ever come even remotely close to controlling her without her wi

Dangerous eyes. And somehow— right as Orion continued speaking— Cassian looked directly at Selena again. Her stomach flipped unexpectedly. Why does he keep looking at me? “Selena Vale!” She nearly jumped. Ivy shoved her lightly. “That’s your cue.” Selena forced herself forward while polite applause filled the studio. “Selena Vale,” Orion announced smoothly. “Law intern. Twenty-four. Chicago.” Every camera turned toward her. “Tell us, Selena,” Orion continued, “why did you join The Soulmate Experiment?”

Sierra responded by shaking her head. “That’s Catalina. She goes to our school and she’s an I*******m model,” “Oh…” Sierra found herself swallowing hard. Catalina had her hand around Colton possessively and her eyes met Sierra. She looked Sierra up and down before smiling smugly. That did not sit well with Sierra. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~

When she was done, she didn't know how she walked back to the kitchen without falling on her face. “Oh my god! Did you see that hottie?" She grabbed Lisa and squealed immediately she entered. "Yeah, I saw. I saw how you were gushing and almost drooling all over the poor man!" "I was?..." Cora asked in surprise. She didn't know she was that obvious "Yes, Corazon!" Lisa rolled her eyes upward. "He's American. I can bet he's on holiday, looking for a pussy to make his time in Spain more enjoyable. So please get your head out of the cloud if you don't want to get hurt!" Lisa snapped

They were back on the island for three weeks before Catalina Reyes arrived. Her arrival was Selene's arrangement — Selene, from Geneva, building the infrastructure of what she'd taken to calling the exit architecture with the systematic thoroughness of someone who had been planning this exact thing for years and was finally permitted to do it directly.