Karen Mccormick Novels & Stories

We had to wait a little longer for his tool to do its thing. "Nope, the real Karen Skeet lives in Greensborough and is married with a young child. The date of birth and credentials are the same, and since this one isn't using her Ivy-league education to steal, I'm more inclined to believe that she's the real thing." This Karen was a brunette who looked like a professional as opposed to a recovering alcoholic.

Karen pointed her finger at Lea and cursed, "I want this b*tch dead! What qualifications does she have to take a photo with Anthony?! How could a cheap and lowly woman like her participate in such a grand event with the Mullen family? I lost face because of her. I want her dead!" Karen roared frantically and rushed toward Lea. Kisa was about to stop her, but someone tripped her. She staggered a few steps forward and fell to the ground. Karen threw herself at Lea and grabbed her hair. She started to hit and scold her at the same time.

"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

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

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:

You got a death wish or what? A woman dripping in jewelry and arrogance shoved through the crowd. She was Mark's prized backer: Karen Blake, regional director at Apex Capital.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

Everything about the place felt sterile and uncomfortable. The headmistress — a tall woman with sharp features and a voice like steel met us in her office. She smiled politely, when her eyes met mine. “Alpha Lucas,” she greeted. “I'm Lady Marigold and I head all operations here. To what do we owe the pleasure?” I didn’t waste time. “I came for a girl named Karen." Her eyebrows arched, though her expression remained calm. “Ah, yes. I think I know her. But I’m afraid you must understand Alpha, that she’s not ready yet. Our training process takes time. Once she’s complete, she’ll be presented to—”

After Karen heard this, she was completely sure that this was not Eveline! Karen was furious when she thought about how this imposter had stayed in their house for so long and how she had even defended Naomi again and again. However, she held this all in for now. She allowed Naomi to kick and scream behind the door without doing anything. Naomi saw that Karen had no intention to open the door, so she started to panic. She thought she would become the real Eveline after killing Madeline and hold the titles of the young madam of the Whitman family as well as the number one socialite in Glendale. However, before she could enjoy her new status, Karen had already seen through her.