Karen Severson Novels & Stories

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

“I'm sorry for my manners, my Lady. I'm general Karen, the chief of Lord Draven's army.“ She shot a glance at Draven as she said her last words, but he was too busy looking elsewhere. Freya observed her body language more. Obviously she thought her relationship with her husband would go beyond just being his general one day. General Karen could fight and was six times prettier than her, and from the look of things it seemed they were really close. What would stop Draven from really falling for her in the…

Stricken with fear, I dared to twirl around and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I bumped into master Kieran. I choked hard, coughing loudly as I flew away from him. My eyes began to water both from fear of being caught and choking on the grape. “You must be enjoying yourself.” He finished with a nod. Although his tone was light, his eyes were anything but cool. A shiver ran through me when I dared to meet his eyes. Never have I seen a soul as empty as his. He looked so cold and defiant, like he had nothing to lose and only now, did I confirm the few rumors of some slaves that had been unfortunate enough to cross him.

Karen has stopped bothering me this last week. I have some people looking over her. If she moves, I will know. If she sneezes, I know. She’s separated from Dave, and he took off after the sex meeting with me. It makes sense, and he finally saw what type of woman she is, her horrible human being, and how manipulative she can be. Karen showed the tape to him. The bitch recorded us. She had a hidden camera in her purse. And now she is hovering it over my head.

However, after Warren Silas' attempted seizing of power of Rovio the last time, Karen had shown up in the headquarters, and all the internal employees at Rovio finally came to know about her existence. Everyone knew that their Director Kevin not only doted on his daughter but also on his wife. No one would dare to object if he said that he had a lunch date with his wife. "Yes." The secretary made arrangements as soon as he received the order. As soon as the secretary left, Karen came downstairs. Ignoring the onlookers' gazes at Kevin, she plunged into Kevin's arms and snuggled like a child. She was overjoyed and kept jumping up and down.

She was like a woman from a Rossetti painting — tall, full breasted, with an almost barbaric beauty, an exotic bloom who captured attention wherever she went, admired, envied, even disliked, but never ignored. Although he had known her carnally, drawn into the vortex of her tumultuous orgasms, he still shuddered with a feeling akin to awe whenever she was close. He was mesmerised by the enticing perfume that emanated from her skin, frightened by the fierce light in her green eyes, chastened by her intellect and biting sarcasm. Karen was clever, quick-witted and confident. A free spirit who took no prisoners.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

I can’t help but start to form scenes in my head. I remember he was this mysterious when we started our Booty Call Agreement. I would receive red dresses from him with coded location and he made it interesting to find him. I look at my book shelf, one of those books has the Sudoku he gave me, I never solved it. Why? She pushes the seat on my dresser and requests I sit. “my name is Karen and this is my team, Arthur and Susan.” She points at the other lady and the mean drag Queen. “So relax, as you can see this our portfolio and have an impression of our work and a range to choose from.”