Karen Anderson Books Novels & Stories

She stepped aside, and I walked in. Her cabin was warm, filled with the faint scent of dried flowers and burning wood. Books and small trinkets lined the shelves. Karen motioned for me to sit. I sank into the chair near the fire. She poured tea into a chipped cup and handed it to me. The warmth seeped into my hands, but the tightness in my chest didn’t ease completely. My phone buzzed again on the table. Flint’s name. I didn’t answer. Karen’s sharp eyes flicked toward it. “He won’t stop calling, will he?”

Karen said, her smile venomous. Isabelle clenched her fists, refusing to back down. “What do you want, Karen?” Karen chuckled, leaning closer. “Just to let you know that you and Andrew can’t win. I always get what I want.” “We’ll see about that,” Isabelle shot back, her voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside her. Karen’s smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. “Enjoy your little victory while it lasts. It won’t be long before everything you love is gone.”

She said she wrote the book to help other women avoid manipulative men like me. I watched one interview against my better judgment. The host asked Karen what she wanted readers to take away from her story. She said "I want women to know that powerful men will use you and discard you. That promises mean nothing when it's inconvenient. That I'm not the villain in this story. I'm a survivor."

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

Kendra groaned as she uncurled her body from the fetal position that she’d lain in on the damp ground for the better part of the night. She’d made sure that her horse was close by so that she could watch over its safety in the event of a zombie or cyborg invasion. What she hadn’t expected was that the horse would lie down so close to her that their bodies were actually touching. It was as if the gelding knew the benefit of staying close.

Perhaps she had been nervous for nothing. She approached the reception desk by the corner. “Excuse me, I can't get through. I haven't gotten my employee ID card yet because I am just starting work today.” “You name please and the position you have been assigned to.” The pretty face lady with big round eye glasses perching on her nose asked as she continued to punch into the computer before her. “Karen Anderson. Assistant secretary to the chairman,” Karen answered. The lady stopped and gaped at Karen. Karen maintained a confident look. She had already made the decision to allow nothing to faze her.

Andrew snapped and whispered. He took Karen by the arm and led her out to his car. "I guess this is the end of the party for me," Karen mumbled sitting comfortably in the car. "Yes it is," Andrew answered and resumed kissing her again. ** *2 month later* "Gosh! Do you have to really do this? I mean you don't need college," Andrew groaned as he watched Karen pack few of her clothes. "Andrew, I'm not going away or dying. I'm just going to college and I'll be visiting every weekend. I promise," Karen replied still packing her things.

Her eyes widened and she said haughtily: "How can you say such a thing about Ruby? She just made a little mistake, and you hang on to it. If you hadn't come, she would have been in a relationship with my brother now. It's because of you, bitch. You should leave the Red Snow Pack." André stepped forward, grabbed Karen's arm and tried to take her out of the room. "It's not your business, Karen. Even if Zoe wasn't in the picture, I wouldn't be with Ruby. Don't talk nonsense." "André, Zoe must have bewitched you. What's wrong with Ruby? She is the princess of the Dark Swamp Pack!” Karen got out of André's grip and shook her head in disbelief.

JASON "I'm calling off the engagement.." Karen's words echoed as I stared hard at the blank phone screen. I couldn't have heard her correctly, I heard wrong. Right? I'd only be deluding myself if I actually believed that bullshit. "What the fuck?!" I roared suddenly, sending books and files flying in the air, my breaths coming out in short pants. "What has gotten into this woman?" I wonder out loud. Why can't she be the fucking submissive her parents painted her to be.

She wore torn clothes, and her hair was only washed once per month. But now, her whole persona had transformed. She was now a corporate woman, and even her accent had changed. She had taken care of her skin and body. She had even dyed her hair; maybe that was why Killian could not recognize her. Killian looked at the report that Andrew had sent to him and frowned. The information stated that Karen had moved to Elbridge City five years ago from an unknown place. She had no parents or siblings, and her family consisted of only her son and her best friend, Laura.