Karen Mccormick Novels & Stories

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.

Karen asked as soon as Hannah had taken the seat across from her. "Well, for one, the pay is huge." Hannah admitted. "Honesty, I like that." Karen nodded. She was in a white tank top tucked into a red pair of pants. Her hair was short and cut. Her hair was white blonde, completely cut at the back and sides and a lightning parting on the left side. She looked more badass than Hannah would have pictured. "Get out." Karen pointed a thumb in the direction of the door. "Wait, what?" Hannah's eyes went side in shock. Had she said something wrong?

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.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

Zach’s mate stopped and looked at her, her tough exterior gradually melting, “he is going to fire you?” Karen dug in, “yes”, making a sympathetic face, “and he doesn’t like unfinished jobs”. She looked into her eyes gauging if she should trust this lady, but the lady seem so innocent. “Ok, let’s go”. And that was all Karen needed to hear before she let out a squeal of excitement and practically frog-matched her to the red sports car. “I’m Karen, Zach’s PA and Beta.” ‘I’m Aramina … just Aramina, what do you mean by Beta?”

The floor in the reception area was white marble and the desk looked Scandinavian, all pale wood with clean lines. The pretty blonde woman behind the desk glanced up from her computer and smiled. "Hello! You must be Maggie. I'm Karen Stewart, Michael's assistant. We spoke on the phone last week." Maggie recalled the first call she'd made, the one to set up the interview with the Murphy, Rannigan partners. "Yes, hello, it's nice to meet you," she managed, feeling completely out of her league. Karen came around the desk to shake her hand. Up close, Maggie realized that Karen was older than she'd first thought, mid-forties, maybe, judging by the crinkles that framed her blue eyes when sh

' Sam froze in shock at his attitude. He quickly explained, shaking his head. "No, Mr. Brighthall! Ms. McKinnon is not an evil person at all. You just need to investigate, and you'll find out. Ophelia has an insider in the family mansion! A woman named Kara Burns harmed Madame Brighthall and furtively took Ms. McKinnon to her room. Otherwise, how could Ms. McKinnon, a blind person, enter Madame Brighthall's room without others knowing?"

Nevertheless, Karen Goodwill held a significance in Gordon Williams's heart surpassing all else in the world. Within the confines of the restroom, Karen Goodwill was ensnared by the grasp of Sophia Joyner and a group of formidable men. Sophia Joyner fixated her gaze upon Karen Goodwill, her eyes brimming with malice and vindictiveness. With calculated precision, she blended a potent sedative into a glass of water, forcibly guiding it past Karen Goodwill's lips. A sinister gleam danced in her eyes as she uttered:

“Maybe? Brian already said that he’s off limits. So maybe the young Dr might want a little law enforcement in his life.” “And in his bed?” Candice added cheekily. “If the badge fits,” she cackled. “Tell me about her,” I asked. “Full name is Katheryn McCleary but she said to call her Katie. She’s from somewhere out west, I think Nevada? Looking for a change, she said. You know who she reminds me of? Sadie, that cute young lady that runs the Sunday school class for Father Montgomery.”