Karen Mccormick Novels & Stories

Adrian immediately — standing at the head of the table, deep in conversation with a stern-looking woman in navy blue. As I stood confused by the door, a sharp voice pierced the air: "Lost, are we?" A tall blonde woman with ice-blonde hair and an even icier expression stared me down from across the room. I quickly looked at her badge and it read: “Karen Miller. Director of Strategic Partnerships.” “Oh,” I whispered under my breath. So this is Karen. "Actually, no," I said brightly, ignoring the dagger looks she gave me. "I’m here for the Core Planning meeting."

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

“Don’t tell me you’re proud now.” “I’m not proud,” he said. “I’m ashamed. Of all of us.” His wife slammed her teacup down. “Well, she’s still one of us. No matter what table she sits at.” He met her eyes. “No. She was one of us. But she built a place for herself where she didn’t need us anymore.” Back in the city, Karen was getting dressed for a Frost Tech charity gala her first public appearance as an executive board member. Mia walked in holding a box. “This came for you.”

Karen sneered, disgust evident in her voice, “We stopped being friends a long time ago, Gemma. Hence, I don’t understand why you think you can just pick up the phone and call me today.” Gemma ignored the coldness in Karen’s voice, and she asked with a curious, gossipy tone, “I heard that Maddox is sending the betrothal gifts to his girlfriend today. Who is she, Karen?” Karen's brow furrowed in irritation at the prying question. Her voice turned instantly sharp as she replied, “It's none of your business, Gemma.” Without waiting for her response, Karen removed the phone from her ear and dropped it back into her purse, refusing to let Gemma's petty curiosity spoil her day.

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.

She stated and thought I have already made the decision, I had to ask her a question. "Why do you want to help me?" I asked her and she sighed rolling my eyes. "Number one, because I'm a profeminist. Two, I'm actually helping myself. So, are you in or not?" "Of course." I nodded. "Bethany, who else is working with Makaila's father apart from you?" I asked and she looked at me for a moment, probably deliberating whether to tell me or not. "Jackson and Tyler." She deadpan and I cussed.

John started the recorder, and the woman introduced herself. “Hi Alice, my name is Karen. I’m sure you’re aware, but I am one of the team members investigating this is situation. I have a degree in psychology, and have work as part of the Lycan investigation team for 15 years. More importantly, I am a mother to three girls, and if anyone had treated them the way you’ve been treated, I would be out for blood. Everyone deserves to be free and happy, and to have a choice. That choice was taken from you. I’m here to help you get justice. We want to make this as comfortable for you as possible, but we may ask some difficult questions, so let me apologize in advance. I also want to remind you that

There are just a few people who knew her as Madelyn! Maddie kept eyes her refusing to say anything. “Hello, who did you say you were again?” Laura shifted in her chair turning her attention to the woman who sat opposite her. “I’m Karen. Nice to finally meet you girls. Dave won’t stop fawning over you too. I urrrr, I just flew in from Carlifonia. Dr. Manuel was the one to inform me of the problem at hand.” She explained with a warm smile. The name Karen didn’t ring a bell in Maddie’s head. She probably was just being paranoid.

Lucy said. "I had a bad feeling, but I couldn’t ask questions. We maids have to stay in our place. Besides, Selena didn’t even say goodbye. We don’t know where she is." My eyes flickered. I felt uneasy—especially about Kieran. "Who is Kieran?" I asked. "She’s the female Gamma—also the trainer. She’s highly respected. A lot of people are rooting for her to end up with the Alpha," Annie said, and I pressed my lips together.