Karen Severson 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.

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Kate POV Getting into the cars, Reid, one of our warriors, Louise, and I in the first car and the remaining warriors in the second car. We head out quickly not wanting to linger on the premises any longer. We had a long drive ahead of us and we had a mystery to solve on top of that.

Karen got up before anyone else the next day. She didn't want to see Kevin or even anyone else and for this reason she was heading to the Kord industries to finish up some work. However, when she stepped out into the snow Selene was also stepping out. Considering how early it is, Karen wondered where she was heading. Selene walked up to her with a smirk on her lips. Karen ignored it and said, "You should have thought deeply before agreeing to marry Elliot." "Don't lecture me," she raised her hand, "You have no idea what's about to hit you, Karen."

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.