Kara Danvers Novels & Stories

,a devilish smirk worked up on her lips as she flipped over her waist length hair. "You're daring me, aren't you?. You want to see what i can really do",she used her finger to push my shoulders, trying to upset me in some way. "Why do you care?",i retorted sharply. "This is no place for an actress to be - haven't you wondered what could be your fate if the paparazzi were to catch up to you",i stepped forward closing the distance between us. She glared at me - if eyes could kill, i'll probably be dead by now.

I shyly walk away to a corner where I’ll hardly be noticed, but well, the apples don’t fall far from the trees. I immediately feel something warm splash against my open shoulders and start to slowly move down against my dress, and it smells just like chocolate. “Oops, that was definitely a mistake.” I turn around and see Kara, the daughter of Lone, a member of the pack’s council. And Kara is everything like Blythe. They both have fun being mean to just me. “It’s okay” I brush it off. “I’ll get the stains out." “Why would you?” She scoffs, her green eyes matching the shimmering pink dress on her body.

Kiara smirked feeling pleased with herself. Shelly was still struggling in their grip. "Let me go! I need to see Chase. I need to break the spell." "What spell?" The doctor and couple asked. She'd never considered them her parents. She eyed them suspiciously as Kiara briefed them. "Do you believe you're in a kind of alternate universe?" Doctor Davis asked. "I know I am." Shelly rolled her eyes. "Ok, uhm I'm going to have to observe you and run some tests on you." He suggested.

MERC has a lot of associates and it's important to be friendly with all of them though sometimes I fear they're getting too familiar with us and forget their place. "I didn't think you'd come," Karen said suddenly. My heart skipped a beat as I turned my head to look down at her. She's 5ft8 to my 6ft1 so she has to tilt her head to look up at me giving me a nice view of her slender and attractive neck which seems to beckon to me to give it just one bite. It takes quite an effort to keep my mind and eyes off her neck as she repeats her sentence. "Why?" I ask.

I got up and walked towards the source of the commotion, only to find Davina and Karla engaged in a heated argument. "What are you doing here, Karla?" Davina demanded, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm helping out with the new business that Raiden is starting up," Karla replied calmly. "Well, I don't need your help," Davina snapped. "And I don't appreciate you invading my personal space." "I'm not invading anyone's personal space," Karla retorted. "I'm just here to help out a friend." "You're not his friend," Davina hissed. "You're just using him to further your own agenda."

And yet, she felt like a lie walking among the living. The halls bustled around her. Warriors ran logistics, witches reinforced protection charms, and the kitchen staff prepped for the dozens of dignitaries expected at tomorrow’s ball. Kira was busy near the southern border, scanning old journals from her mother between shifts. Katya was in the east wing, working on reinforcing Azraiel’s disguise with another layer of concealment. Daniel was due back soon. And judging by Aunt Caitlyn’s stiff shoulders and tight mouth the last time she spoke with him over the call, he wasn’t bringing good news.

Sarah became the talk of the town in no time, and worst of all, the police had made the mistake of stating her address. *** Kara laid cuffed on the cold floor, the anger and hatred for Jones coursing through her. He had deceived her, made her believe she had avenged her sister only to find out she had not only worked with her sister’s killer, but she had also slept with him. The only thoughts in her head were the ones where she held a gun against his head, no last words, no pleas just her, the bullet and him. She did not say a word, neither did she sleep, just her and the anger coursing through her, the rage she felt.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I let the stupid paper fall to the ground and put my arms around Ryder's waist, pulling him closer to me. [ R Y D E R ] Kara was really… something. Every day I spent with her, I learned new things about her that just made me love her even more. For instance, she was a terrible cook. She couldn't even tell the difference between salt and sugar, I kid you not. She sang in the shower, and then she drew little smiley faces on the mirror when it was all covered in steam. She got cranky whenever she was hungry, but no matter what the circumstance, there was nothing like some good chocolate ice cream to fix it.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.