Hurricane Katrina Book Novels & Stories

Katrina chirps happily, "I've been working on controlling my heavenly light power. This is the perfect opportunity to see if I've succeeded in learning some control." I place the book down in front of her and step cautiously out of the way. Heavenly light won't kill me, but it could cause me immense pain if I'm struck by it. Katrina hovers her hand slightly above the angel insignia. Her body stiffens, and her eyes flash briefly from blue to black. Before the heavenly light even leaves her hand, the book starts to open and rifle through its pages. When her magic strikes the book, it flips straight to Michael's page. The archangel and the fallen angel produced a child together, as I expected.

Jay hollered from the kitchen and Maya stepped ahead with her friends following her. "Wow! Look at the mess here." Alia said. "Yeah, looks like hurricane Katrina passed here last night." Veer remarked and Shivansh silently took in the broken mess of the house. "It's pretty badly damaged." Pooja commented as they reached over to the kitchen entrance. "Hey." Jay greeted them from the counters as he picked up the broken plates of his crockery from the floor. The four greeted him back and he placed the plates down straightening his back and wincing.

She took a nasty blow. “This bookstore won’t hold us for long why are you so calm!” “Because freaking out won’t help me, Katrina. I’ve been in situations like this before. I need to come up with a plan.” “My plan was better! Going home now look at Amber. Oh my gosh, poor thing.” “Going home wasn’t realistic. Didn’t you see the chaos out there?” Katrina gasped. “Her Mother, I’m calling Ellen.” She’s not even listening to me.

She even baked a batch of Katrina’s favorite cookies — honey-butter shortcakes — and sealed them in a tin box with a small note inside: “For when you miss home.” The night before the journey, their small home was filled with the smell of baked bread and soft laughter. Katrina sat on her bed, surrounded by her luggage — all ten of them — while Victoria folded her last set of clothes. “Mom,” Katrina said with a half-laugh, half-grumble, “I feel like I’m moving the whole house.” Victoria smiled gently. “You can’t be too careful, my love. You’ll be gone for months, and I don’t want you to lack anything.”

Vince exclaimed in astonishment when he saw the book inside of his luggage. "Katrina! Come up!" he called Princess Ariya's nanny at once. "Young Master, did you call me?" Katrina asked with fear in her eyes. Vince had been controlling himself to yell at Katrina who had been saying weird things since Princess Ariya was reported missing. "Yes! Were you the one who put this book in my luggage?" he asked sternly as he raised the book in his hand. "No, Young Master. I would never touch your things. I can touch Prin... Arianna's things but yours!" Katrina explained as she almost called the princess in her title.

Her tummy rumbled due to hunger since she never ate anything ever since she woke up. As she walked out to the streets of Neuro, one of the biggest cities in Hillcrest, she noticed the streets were deserted. She was the only one walking on the road, no cars or people were walking. It gave her an eerie feeling so she put in more effort to walk faster to find a hotel but the pain in her body didn't let her. All she could do was limp as fast as she could. "Ahh," Katiya screamed as she was pushed. She was suddenly surrounded by a group of men and they took her bags from her, kicking her to the ground.

Water was seeping in from underneath the door that led out to the deck. **** “Do you really think Caitlin is all right?” Victoria asked as she laid her knitting in her lap. The Van Dykes had seen on the world news that Hurricane Bart had drastically changed course and was speedily heading for the Florida Keys – due to hit the Gulf and the coast of Mexico dead on. Victoria had tried calling Caitlin on her cell to check on her – and to see if she as coming home before the hurricane hit. But Caitlin’s cell kept going to voicemail.