Karrin Murphy Novels & Stories

" Wade Roberto's voice was laced with anger. They were all sitting at the dining table. Wade Roberto glared at Daisy, who quickly gave her the disapproving look. "Wade, I know we asked you to marry but that doesn't mean you have to marry her?" Mrs Angela said, pointing lecherously at Daisy. "I was preparing a beautiful damsel for you." "Tracy, come on out." Mrs Angela called out. Just then Tracy Molly, a beautiful lady, walked out of Mrs Angela's room. Her beauty wasn't to be questioned. "C'mon turn around and show Wade those beautiful curves." Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully.

Was my sister trying to help me, or was she just playing a joke on me? "Why do you want to help? You never cared to help me, and if I can remember, the last time you helped, you made everything worse. I will work this out myself. I don't want your help." I stood up, and she stood up as well. "Can you stop trying to act nice? Look at me, I am always the unlucky one. You go free and get whatever you want, but look at me, I always lose everything. I loved Dean so much, but he didn't want me. Did I do anything wrong that he had to replace me with that girl called Sierra? She is even married and a mate to the Lycan Alpha. All my life, I have never seen an Alpha get married to someone else who alr

*** I GROANED when my phone rang because I knew already who was it. “Botha?” “How’s your date?” Brill! It was Arella, the love of my brother’s life I mentioned earlier. “She ran away before I could explain. Why do American are so frightened of someone who suffered from PTSD?” “What? Why did you say that? You don’t have PTSD, CC.” CC, she calls me that. “Well, I mentioned I’ve been painting as part of my therapy. Then that’s it, she just thanked me and left like her arse was on fire.”

Her throat already feels dry. “Go away!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice is hoarse. “Go away!” Kicking violently, swaying around that one corner with her feet stepping over the broken glasses. These shards slowly sank deep into her feet but Morrigan is too numb to feel it. Slowly sinking in one corner all she can do is hug herself as tears and sweat started to flow down her beautiful face.

She couldn't risk the chance of things going wrong at this stage so she'd rather keep it to herself in the meantime. Maria couldn't boast about being talented when it came to acting, or anything else. She hung in between petty knowledge on different topics and a thousand personality to go with different occasions. She still had a lot to learn, a woman's gotta start somewhere, right? She picked up her cell phone, intending to search for tips regarding to the career path she had chosen but she met something else that left her awestruck. At the notification bar lay different articles confirming Jackson's sexuality as being homosexual. A gasp departed her throat when her eyes fell on the last th

She held Maren for thirty seconds and then had to give her back because the crying was making her shake and she did not trust herself with the shaking. Then she composed herself in approximately forty-five seconds, which was a personal record. Then she held Maren again. "Hello," she said. "I'm Kara. I am going to be I'm going to be the person who tells you all the good stories. All the ones your father won't tell because they make him look undignified." She looked at me. "I have material." "I know you do," I said. "So much material," she said. "Entry sixty-four, subheading B," Mila said. "Kara immediately begins collecting material."

She was born to Noemi and Joseph Rey, a young couple who lived close to Noemi's mother, Roselle. Roselle was a retired high school teacher whose husband died some twenty years ago in a car accident. Kara was beloved to her maternal grandmother, who insisted on naming her after her best friend, who had also passed away.

I tilt my head. "You know what it is?" I wonder, how? "Of course we do! The only Nymph I know who has found their Kufta is Cyrus. You know, the fire Nymph?" He grins, "you do realise this is like having a guardian angel, right?" "Mmm-hmm, I don't see the big deal," I shrug, and Charming roll his eyes. "Of course you don't," he scoffs, reaching out to pick out some berries.

V. Nothing went as planned with Karla. She was not like any woman Killian had ever met. She had different personalities and displayed each of them so well that one could hardly believe she was the same character. At first, she was a stripper who danced and slept with men for her keep, but now she looked so timid and innocent that all he wanted was to protect her.

The moment we entered, a man stepped forward. "Kara, this is Murphy. He’s your direct superior here at Gasper’s Empire. You are to report to him at all times," the woman said. Murphy stretched out a hand, offering a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to have you with us, Kara Nox." Something about the way he said my name made me pause. His tone—familiar, knowing, like he'd heard about me long before this moment. I shook his hand, keeping my expression unreadable. "Thank you. It’s a pleasure to be here."