Hurricane Katrina Book Novels & Stories

Katrina stood up suddenly and crouched, reaching under the fallen branches of the pine tree, searching for twigs and dry leaves. Katrina shivered slightly from her goosebumps. The cold air bit at her skin, causing goosebumps. They moved through the darkness slowly. She kept looking around for anything that could serve as a potential shelter, but there was nothing around. No trees or bushes. No bushes. No plants. Nothing. No water. No grass. Only dirt.

wind."Wow!" Alexandra spoke amazed."Let's go!" Katrina held her hand and they rushed in the door.The room was not so dark or bright but average.In the middle of the room, there was a stone in which the book was placed carefully."This is the book..." Katrina said taking a deep breath.As she walked forward to hold the book a current passed thru her body and she was pushed back.Next, it was Alexandra's turn...same happened with her.Althea smirked...she knew it was placed by an evil witch...only the category of her kind can take it out.She walked forward grabbing the book.It easily came in the hand of the evil witch."Now, who wants to suffer for a book?" she smirked and both Katrina and Alexand

Samara decided she couldn’t wait any longer to take her next step of action. Katrina has been feeling strange the whole day. She doesn’t know why; maybe it’s the nervousness from meeting Damian after her outburst. It happened months ago, and she hasn’t seen him since that time. Believe her when she says she’s no longer feeling the hurt from that time but why did she start feeling this way after Renard informed her of Damian’s intended visit? She heard a Knock-knock on her door then. It’s time. Here goes nothing… “Come in…”

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

Katrina buttressed. I nodded. “Fine!” I jammed the book and put it on the bed. “I’ll shoot my best shot at this.” I assured her. We heard a sharp distinct knock on the door, then Evans’ voice proceeded. “Carmilla.” He called. Katrina and I stared at eachother in shock, as we rushed with packing up. “Coming!” I yelled as loud as I could.

I stood. "Ten years ago," I said. "Katrina left this house after signing divorce papers and drove a mountain road in the rain, her car went off that road." I kept my voice steady. "Fortunately she survived and rebuilt her life. She's now Dr. Scarlett Fox, the surgeon who saved my mother's life and she was pregnant with twins, when she left this house." "How?" My mother said, voice rough. "How did you survive all this time?" "Someone pulled me out of the river,' Katrina looked at my mother. "I wad treated privately, and by the time I was pulled well enough it was already clear that coming back would be dangerous since someone had already made sure I was declared dead before my car was even fo

he said. Katrina stared up at him, she did not recognize any one of them in the room. But they were all staring at her, true, she was Morris Holloway’s daughter but does she have the right to be the chief mourner? Katrina wondered as she got up slowly. She arrived at the locker and let out the sound she had kept a moment ago, pouring out all her pain. She had received the phone call that her mother was involved in a ghastly accident, along with her stepfather, Morris Holloway, they were supposed to register their marriage in two days.

Heart drumming so loud, tears filling her beautiful eyes as her lower lip trembled. She shook her head as tears fell from her eyes, then made a run for the door. “Katrina!” I shouted, running after her, but the woman grabbed my wrist before I could follow Katrina, her touch sending electricity through my body. This was real. It was fucking real. “Get your fucking hands off me!” I growled, pulling my hand away from her, then started running after Katrina. Fuck, she was fast for someone who was wearing heels. “Katrina!” I shouted.

The next instant Katrina flew midair away from scene, into the sky as she directed herself back to country B. End of flashback...... ****** "You said they weren't harmed?" Liam asked Ben, who intentionally ignored him, and went to the other room. In country A the three brothers has the biggest mansion in country A, no urban mansion surpassed theirs, people are always curious why they live together though. "Katrina is very heartless and hot tempered" Noah murmured as he rewatched the destruction of the basement, Liam monitored the affairs of the girls, In a distance. Noah and Ben went after the bastard man.

Katrina’s POV I opened my eyes and gasped, my body shaking. The icy stone underneath me seemed far away, as if I weren't really there. My chest was tight and my limbs felt heavy. Each breath was a burning sensation. However, I was still alive. The first thing I heard was Shaun's voice. "Katrina?" His brows were pinched in concern as his face hung over mine. His hands were solid and warm on my arms. He was checking to see whether I was still alive.