Hurricane Katrina Book Novels & Stories

**** Riri was headed to the library when she met up with Miss Katrina who obviously wasn't happy on seeing her. Katrina grimaced, scrutinizing her with her eyes. She became exasperated as she thought, "What does he even see in her that I don't have?" Katrina although in her late thirties was a very beautiful woman. She was bodily endowed as her ass and boobs were worth dying for. She also had the face of a goddess and her looks were enchanting. Most men wanted to have a taste of her honey pot, because of this, she was always able to get whatever and whoever she wanted. No man has ever resisted her charms, well, except of course Drake. Today.

"Find everything you can about Prime development, training methods, and historical attempts at control. Bring it all to me. We use every piece of information we can get." "Understood." After Silas left, Damien and I stood in the war room looking at the ancient book he had left behind. The pages were yellowed and fragile, the text written in a language I could not read but that carried weight even without understanding. "Do you think he is telling us everything?" I asked. "I think he is telling us what he believes is important. Whether that is everything, I do not know." Damien closed the book carefully. "But the information about Katrina is valuable. It gives us a template for what to avoid.

Katrina was the only one of us that knew the fucking code. “We’re stuck in here. Katrina was the only one that knew the code. And who knows what kind of dangers might have slipped into the city. What dangers are between here and the hospital? And none of us have a pack link to contact anyone.” I groaned, resisting the urge to bang my head against the metal door.

“Or I swear…” Katrina smirked, holding my notebook just out of my reach. “Or what, Hazel?” she taunted. “You’re going to what? Tell on me?” “I’m going to remind you that I can be just as rude as you, if not more,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “And I’m not in the mood for your games.” Katrina laughed, a harsh, brittle sound. “I’m not giving this back until I’ve had a good look,” she said, flipping through the pages.

After saying that, she remained silent for a long time, just staring at me, big tears dripping on our joined hands, looking so full of guilt. I never saw her again after that day. Everyone at the orphanage seemed to have forgotten that there had once been a beautiful volunteer with blonde hair and blue eyes. Only I remembered her crying face. I never saw the book again. Looking back, it had no publisher or author name, so it might not have been an authentic book. The title was also very odd. In the end, Katrina regained her strength and rebuilt the country. It was clearly a happy ending, so why was it called 'Katrina's Destruction'?

As they gathered their things, the storm outside seemed to grow louder, the night pressing in with new dangers. And somewhere in the dark corners of the city, Katrina watched—smiling at the chaos she’d unleashed.

When is he coming? Katrina thought, she has been sitting here for hours and there still wasn't any boat or aircraft coming, she was beginning to lose hope again, what if they couldn't locate where she was? What will become of her? Would she end up giving birth here? "God please," She pleaded, it was already getting dark. "Why did you do that Katrina? I thought we are finally on the same page? Why do you choose to be so stubborn? Did you think I won't find out?"

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

I would find out in an hour, I'm sure… It would be plastered all over the internet by then, if it wasn't already. I would have a facade on today, just trying to keep my own shit together. Deep down I was crumbling into pieces. I had photos and paintings of Katrina plastered all over the walls in the entryway of my home. Off to the right side there was a podium with a large tome style book opened, and a few different quill pens to write with. It looked like Katrina's Book of Shadows, but more like a beautiful replica in her honor. I was having everyone sign it and write whatever else they wanted inside. Then everyone kept moving forward and walked into a large open ballroom style area. Here,

Katrina I just met a handsome man, what a lucky day today. Is he taken or married? I hope he's not. We have arrived at 25th floor of this building. I went off searching for the CEO's office, when the man walked ahead of me. He's walking in the direction of the CEO's office. Don't tell me, he's here for the interview. It can't be! He opened the door of the CEO's office. I walked after him and knocked the door infront of me. "Come in" says inside the room. I opened the door and shocked to see him in the swivel chair of the CEO. Is he the CEO? Uh..uhm I am Katrina Jones. I am here for the interview. "Have a sit Ms. Jones." I sat down infront of him. He flip the pages of my CV. "So, you are grad