Novel & Cerita Garen X Katarina

Katarina’s POV A scream tore through my throat as my eyes trailed down to my bloody body. My blurry eyes shone out in terror as I stared dangerously at the blood-stained down from his body to the bed, almost streaming to where I lay. I couldn't help but scream again as I realized what today was, and instantly hands reached for my mouth, covering it to avoid more cries from coming out as I kept staring at him for heaven knows I didn't know the face of the man laying beside me in the pool of his blood.

His striking masculine features gleamed with a magnetic dangerous aura. “This is not up to you to decide. Not this time, Katarina. I tried to be lenient with you but now’s enough. You’ve gone too far. There’s a difference between your actions and mine. I will kill that fucking son of a bitch piece by piece, rip his throat out and feed his limbs to him, and you will watch.” He snarled into my ear, and I whimpered out loud. And just like that Xerxes stormed out leaving me weak and miserable.

“I would love to have you come.” “Let me show you my room,” Katarina butted in, grabbing my arm and moving me through another set of doorways until we reached hers. She pushed it open, and I smiled as I saw the hot pink rug and mood lighting that was strung throughout her living room. “See? Isn’t it awesome?” “It’s fun,” I said honestly, returning her bright smile. “Are you an artist?” “That’s right,” Katarina stated proudly. “I’m the creative one. Aleksandra is the fashionista, and Gavril is musically inclined.”

I followed him silently he pulled me to the bedroom, marveling at the sight of his naked back. I spanked him and giggled, but he suddenly slammed my back against the wall. Not too forceful, but still managed to shock me. Well, well.. Not only did Mr. Damian love to talk dirty, but he also loved to play rough. "Desperate are we, Ms. Katarina?" he purred into my ear. "Turn around l and cross your arms on the wall, Ms. Katarina." He let me go before I could answer him, and I followed his command silently.

"But Mama—" "Now, Charlotte." Alek gave Emma a questioning look, but started gathering Charlotte's gear without argument. Frankie had been quietly observing everything, clutching his dinosaur book like a security blanket. "It was lovely meeting you all," Katarina said, standing gracefully. "Emma, perhaps we could have coffee sometime. I'd love to hear about your league firsthand." "Perhaps," Emma replied noncommittally. Katarina turned to Alek. "And Alek, we should catch up properly soon. I have so much to tell you about home."

Damon asked, his gaze dropping to her swollen belly. “Ray’s baby,” Giana said plainly, crossing her arms. “And before you start…” “Wait, hold up,” Damon cut in, grinning. “Meet Catarina, my wife. This is my sister, Giana.” “Nice to meet you,” Catarina said, her tone sweet but laced with steel. “Just so you know, you won’t be pulling any of the shit you did with Bella. Got it?” She stared Giana down, unflinching.

Percy looked down at the beautiful red hair with grey eyes and light freckles on the screen, she goes by the code name Katya, a gamma, five foot eight. " Good, " he muttered to himself swiping left to reveal another assassin, a female again this one has a long straight platinum blonde cut down to her shoulders and icy green eyes. She looked sweet and deadly at the same time if that was possible and the name under her image says, Siren, a beta. " Okay, " Percy says accepting her before swiping left again.

Let Karen, who was also a hybrid, do the same. As the sun moved across the sky, Xavier noticed the dwindling number of she-wolves as the time to claim his future mate approached. There were only three left, and who knew? Karenina, the hybrid, was one of them. The girl wasn't fighting at the moment, but the two remaining she-wolves were, and Xavier thought it was possible that the winner of the two fights between the two she-wolves would be his mate. But it turned out that he was wrong.

A red laser sight landed on Damon’s chest. Katrina Andre stepped forward from behind a stack of crates, dressed in sleek black, her smile a weapon sharper than any blade. “Oh Damon,” she purred. “You came. And you brought your little charity case with you.” Sarah stiffened, but Damon spoke first — voice steady, cold. “Let them go. This is between you and me.” “Oh sweetheart,” Katrina laughed. “Everything is between us. The board seats, the power… even your heart.” She turned her gaze to Sarah, eyes ice-cold. “But she had to ruin that.”