Forbidden Karla Sorensen Novels & Stories

"You wouldn't want her to become another Karin, would you?" As soon as he mentioned Karin, the incident at V. Style resurfaced in Larissa's mind. After that incident, negative information about Karin flooded the internet. It concluded reports of her selling her body to secure good roles from directors and investors, bullying less popular actors on set, modifying scripts without authorization to give herself more scenes, and so on.

But as I looked down at my hands, I realized they were shaking—not from fear, but from the sheer, overwhelming craving to walk down that hall, turn the handle, and remind her one more time that she was the only thing in this world that mattered to me. I straightened my shoulders, the mask of the distant, dutiful son sliding back into place. I had a dinner to attend. I had a father to deceive. But as I walked toward the stairs, I knew one thing for certain: Elena and her "legs for days" never stood a chance. Because once you’ve tasted the forbidden, the "perfect" choice just tastes like ash.

I nearly hissed. "What do you mean?" I leaned in and whispered, "Karla's having an affair with Grimsby." Her eyes widened out of their sockets as I narrated the tale of my experiences and why I suggested Karla was all about taking over the Luna position. "I want that manifested. I want Faye to realize she's not the goddess. Faye's a terrible person." "No, I don't think so. Karla is. Karla feeds her these thoughts..." "Don't make excuses for terrible behaviors. She had a woman and her son strip naked on the street because someone suggested this lady wore the same fabric as Luna."

Angela asked, "Who is your current partner? Do you know who spread this rumor?" Frederick scratched his head, looking completely at a loss. "Ms. Serrano and I are in a normal relationship. As for who dug up my past, I really have no idea. I swear I'm innocent." Kara Serrano was an A-list celebrity. Though she was already 40, she was known in the entertainment world for her youthful appearance. Her skin was flawless and radiant—the kind that countless people envied.

she said with a laugh. But the forced gaiety bothered Sandra. She shoved aside her sense of foreboding to focus on the matter at hand. “Again, if this is too personal a matter to discuss,” Sandra said. But Karla waved her off and motioned for her to continue. “What kinds of things do you and Ken do? I mean are you into bondage? Pain? Floggings? Or is it a simple matter of you obeying his commands and him calling the shots?”

Karila was not used to being treated in such a way, which only made her withdraw even more, trying to measure how much she had been deceived for all that time, since Lauren was absolutely not what she exposed herself to be. - Helped us divert money from your bank account with the shares to the city of the dead, I was responsible for summoning Allyson Brooke to the country on a kind of tip, I arranged for Hadd to have our picture taken together in the hallway. -Lauren confessed watching Karila move her body anxiously, it showed that she was wanting to react, she wanted to explode at that moment, but she couldn't move a centimeter from where she was. The disappointing lethargy, which only made

Syncere said, looking at the woman who is his father's sister. Karla looked at her nephew and saw all the emotions he was trying to take in, he looked defeated. That was the only thing that stopped her from killing this bitch. Karla gave Sharon one hard squeeze fighting the urge not to break her fucking neck. She let Sharon go, causing her to fall to the ground on her hands and knees. Out of nowhere, feet just started landing on her back and stomach. They looked up and saw Kymoni and Essence who was holding her side, clearly in pain, but refused to miss this stomp the bitch session.

The way he made sure no other man came near her was absolutely unhinged. But Karla had assumed it was just protective brotherly love. Except it wasn't. Not anymore. If the way they looked at each other, touched each other, stayed out all night together was any indication, something far more sinister was happening. Something that, if exposed, could destroy them both. And Karla was going to be the one to expose it. She found her mother in the sitting room, reviewing charity event details with her assistant. "Mother," Karla said sweetly, sitting down beside her. "Can we talk? Privately?"

“Didn't I warn you? But why did you come back to me? You deliberately attracted my attention so you could easily destroy me, hmm?” Kara tried to shake her head, but failed. She tried to speak, but only gasps could be heard. As Kara's tears flowed, Frank lowered his hand to the slit of the girl's dress. Without fear of tearing the cloth, he opened it until a mole was visible. “You can't avoid it any longer, Kara Martin. You were that girl and now, you have broken your promise.” Still panting, Kara finally gave up. “Really .... I didn't know that the CEO of Savior Group was you. If I had known, I would have refused Mrs. Bell's offer. I still want to live.”

he said, his voice cold, "you are hereby no longer considered as a member of the Silverfox pack. All ties are severed. You are now a fugitive, an outcast." The pack erupted in a frenzy of condemnation. "Silence!" Serbian's voice cracked like thunder. A hush fell over the crowd. "On the rules guiding this pack, which include having an external affair with the Ironhearts, our sworn enemies. Caroline Moonbolt will face banishment. You have three minutes," he continued, a cruel grin spreading across his face, "to run. Run for your life, before the moon is fully upon us." I scrambled to my father's side. He was bruised and weak, barely conscious.