Karen Christmas Novels & Stories

Was the only thing she could say in her appallment, Karen knows just how to hunt someone down from every angle. She came down from her bed and went in to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare, Karen wasn't going to win this game. She wore her well steamed black tuxedo Oxford pant suit, her Rolex ice wristwatch and a customized Williams' ice neck chain that has her name cursively carved on it as a pendant, her inner shirt was also black in colour but of satin material, she adorned her leg with a Nike white ankle kicks and her waist with a black bling belt, she doesn't want to look overly dressed so she packed her hair in a messy bun, she noticed her eyes was looking very dull that evening an

She exclaimed and rushed out of there hoping to hide her tears away from them. Karen has always been considered the strongest female werewolf in Crystal Moon Pack with no emotions at all. but today, on her engagement day when distinguished wolves from all around the world came to celebrate her, she was cheated and felt her heart had been shredded to pieces. Karen ran out of the pack house and didn't stop there. She kept on running even when it felt like she was out of breath and could collapse, the pain she felt from deep within kept her going. And she only stopped when she stood at the boundary of Crystal Moon away from anyone who knew her.

Too bad she couldn't take one of those home with her for Christmas. Christmas. She'd been looking forward to it, simply for the time away from work, but the highlight of her plans had been a thick stack of romance books and one charity function - she and Jana had agreed to help distribute toys at a home for battered women and children on Christmas morning. Jana had invited her to dinner with her family afterward, but Shelby had declined. She'd gone last year and despite everyone's best efforts, she'd been miserable. There was nothing lonelier than being the only outsider at a family gathering.

“Oh my God, what did I get myself into? A birthday bash or a wake? Like, hello? I came here straight from my flight because I was damn too excited to see you, so will you really give me that sullen face? Come on, babe! You should be happy in the first place because we are all here to celebrate!” I looked at her when Karen snapped at me—making me realize some sense. If my hair grew longer from shoulder-length to bra-line-area, she had her waist-length hair cut into shoulder-length. She dyed her hair into a scarlet and bleached some strands with peek-a-boo highlights in the color gray. Karen was wearing a figure-hugging and above-the-knee blue dress that matched her rosy-white skin. She looked

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

“Hello…… Ues! Let me put you on speaker!” “Hello?” Chester spoke through the phone, the sound of wind over the speaker unmistakable. “Chester; please tell me you have some good news?” I asked, wondering if he had already heard Melody was gone again. “I just received an invite for the coronation of Dominic Chambers and his new Luna for tomorrow evening, ‘Karen’ having told them I was very dependable and trustworthy. She also informed her brother that she will not be attending, that something has come up in Washington.”

But his thoughts were interrupted when Karen reappeared, carrying a rag and wearing an exaggerated smile. "Oh, Mr. Seymour—" Karen started. She saw Hans's reaction, "Shh!" so she cut him off, raising a dramatic hand. "I told you, no more 'Manang'! Call me Karen. I’m still young, you know. Very marketable, especially to Australians!" Hans chuckled, unable to resist teasing her. "Australians, huh? Really?" "Of course!" Karen replied, puffing out her chest proudly. "One almost proposed to me back when I was in Sydney. But I told him, 'Not yet! I need to focus on my career first.'"

His face betrayed nothing, Not sorrow, not loss, just the same cold detachment he carried with him everywhere. I felt my stomach twist at the sight of him. He was too composed for someone who had just lost a wife, but I knew better than anyone that Storme had meant nothing to him. Just another virgin bride in a long line of acquisitions. And then there was Karen. Her hair was arranged too perfectly for someone in mourning. Her lips pressed together as if suppressing a smile. The makeup on her face had obviously taken a lot of time, so she had taken out time to look especially nice for the funeral. She was buzzing with excitement. She wanted this over with. She wanted Storme reduced to nothin

Kaden whispered into his ear after he quickly leaned in. Karen’s Kaden sister and for the past two years, she’s made it obvious she had a crush on him; she’s 17, thinking they’ll end up as mates the moment she reaches 18. “Ian,” Karen appeared, her coily ginger hair announcing her before she even got close. Freckles spread beautifully over her pale face while she glanced over at him shyly. Karen, unlike Kaden, had a lean, petite build and an hourglass shape; her body looked quite mature for her age,though.

It was quiet. "What she said." Dean said. "I love you guys so much!" Chris sniffed and hugged me. "We love you too, Chris." * * * * "Grace! Darling!" Aunt Karen, who was looking stunning in a silver glitter dress, ran to hug me. "Happy birthday Karen!" I hugged her. "You look absolutely amazeballs!" We both pulled away. "Here's your gift." I handed it to her. "I hope you'd like it." "Aw, thank you so much dear." Then her eyes darted to Dean. "Is this fine young man your boyfriend?"