Hurricane Katrina Book 소설 & 이야기

I nervously stutter, “p-please, let me explain!” Uncrossing her arms, my mother bends down and reaches for the book. “Well, well. What do we have here?” A knot forms in my throat. “Hmm, it looks like you have been busy. Let me see that.” The tips of my mother’s fingers reach out for the book. In horror, I watch as the tattered book trembles and levitate off the floor. Her beautiful blue eyes become dark as coal. Aunt Victoria’s eyes bulge. Before I can question how or why, a deep growl expels from her chest, “Go, Katrina! Now!”

-Isabella- The drive to work was even faster than it was yesterday. We got there in twenty minutes. It was insane how fast one can drive when it's not a cab. Especially when they're not aiming to take all of my money away. Damian and I actually enjoyed our drive, we were listening to the music and watched the city blur past us. Damian was driving fast, like insanely fast, and his hand rested on my thigh the whole way from the Bronx to my work. He pulled up in front of the publishing house, the brick building still standing there. The huge sign that said Archipelago Books was still above the door.

Had she been open and honest with this desire, there was no way any aspect of the New Directive would be implemented. If you believed in conspiracy theories, Katrina had groomed me for some time. If you believed in luck, Katrina was cosmically lucky our paths collided. If you believed in mysticism, I was fucked. Let's not forget that there were three millennia of bad ass bitches on the other side of the spiritual divide who thought nothing of guiding me into a life full of fear, heartache and pain.

In the end, Katrina was pulled toward New Orleans after its track had taken it into the Gulf. Cassandra, helped by the Voice, changed the course of a hurricane. The storm would kill thousands, including Jeannine, all as a gift to Ti Malice. Those who were left to die in the hospital were given in death to Cassandra. She would need servants for what was to come. The thousands of additional dead went to the Voice. It allowed the sleeping creature to possess Cassandra, destroying the remaining vestiges of the Voudon Queen’s identity in the process. The dead in the hospital eventually made their way to the woman who promised salvation for the troubled souls left behind by the living. She was the

Katrina said, and he smiled and signed her that they should get going, as they both started walking on. They soon arrived at the library and they were in full. Alpha Logan had his seat immediately and started checking out the ancient history book about werewolves, while Katrina started checking the shelf for a book that she could read to keep herself busy. She finally found out after searching for a while, and quickly took it up, before she also started searching for another. She actually planned to take two books to read, but decided to change her mind, because she was sure that she won't be able to finish reading that book in her hand before evening, so it would be a total waste of them to

It happened so fast I barely registered it, but out of my peripheral vision I saw Katrina drop a white bird down the front of her loose dress. “I think we can free Georgia, come on,” I heard, as Katrina’s hand slapped onto my arm. Then we were in the library, many books were already strewn all over the place. Did she get to talk to her finally? Actually speak with the bird? Could we trust her?? “It was a red velvety kind of soft, but I just looked at the pictures. I don’t know any of the text. It was in Greek obviously,” I shouted, as more books fell, the ground moved. I now heard shouting, the sounds of chaos outside.

Katrina was stunned from the slaps, and she ducked her head and started murmuring, “Die with him? Yes, I want to die with Aiden!” Katrina suddenly clambered up from the floor. Her cloudy eyes suddenly lit up. She used all her strength to push away the men before her and rushed outside, toward the sunlight. She got onto a stool on the balcony and jumped off without hesitation. I rushed over in a panic and reached out to grab her, but my hand phased right through her fingers. I watched as her figure grew smaller as she fell. With a dull thud, Katrina landed on the ground below. Her body broke like a porcelain doll’s. Blood spread out below her, staining my vision red.

I whispered and began pulling my hair in irritation. When I went back to my home, the maid was the one who greeted me. She seemed to panic while she was rushing in my direction. “Katrina, where did you go? Your father is searching for you! Ava returns here without you!” she exclaimed. I bit my lip to suppress the fear that came inside of me. Shit. No, I didn’t need to panic because no one would ever know what happened between me and that man! “Katrina, where did you go? Did you even think what your fiance might think?”

Katrina was waiting impatiently for him to speak. "You saw it right... Aurora is the killer... She has killed many people" He got up and poured a glass of water for himself. Katrina shook her head in disbelief. "But why and how? It's so unrealistic and___" Her eyes fell on the book which Aurora is trying to read. "This book!.." She quickly grabbed it,.

the witch said, settling back on the ground, crossing her legs with a slow, deliberate motion, her gaze unwavering. Katrina and her father exchanged a quick glance, his face tight with unease, hers resolute, her fingers tightening around the bottle. He gestured for them to leave, his hand motioning toward the door, and they turned to go. The moment they returned to her father’s house, Katrina yanked off the hood, her hands shaking as she held the bottle, its weight heavy in her palm. Without hesitation, she tilted it back and drank the entire contents, the liquid bitter and thick, burning her throat as it went down. She bid her father goodbye, her voice quick, eager to leave, her heart racin