Katarina Martinovic Novels & Stories

Inside, a low hum buzzed from the encrypted laptops strewn across the table, maps of the financial district open beside surveillance photos of their target, Katerina Volkova. “She moves like a ghost,” Matteo murmured, eyes tracking the monitor. “Never uses the same route twice. She’s ex-GRU, and not just window dressing. If De Marco gave her the vault’s access, it’s because she’s the only one who could keep it secure.” “She’s the key,” Massimo said flatly. “We get her, we get closer to unlocking whatever the hell Giovanni warned us about.” Mariano stretched his arms, a knife strapped under each sleeve. “I’ll take lead.”

The other guests are Lani’s, while Xander only invited Toby and Ashton. When the clock reaches 6:10 pm, the classical music begins playing and Katarina walks down the stairway of the main hall to the garden. She was wearing a pink off-shoulder princess-type ball gown covered in Swarovski crystals paired with a silver stiletto, a tiara, and a set of diamond jewelry. Everyone is surprised to see her, she looks like a princess, and an air of nobility surrounds her. She felt that all eyes were on her and it made her blush. Her mother, who was standing near the stage, almost cried to see her daughter all grown up.

I smiled back and stood up slowly, then deciding to kill the stupid nervousness, I tipped my chin up as I started, "My name is Katerina Montego, and I am the owner of Kat Wines, a business which focuses on making sure that everyone gets quality wines, no matter their social status. I am 27 years of age, and I am Italian, although I grew up in America… hence the accent." I turned to Ray with a nod, while sitting back down. He grinned, then chipped in, "Wow, Italian. It's no wonder you are this hot and beautiful, then. I heard the country never runs out of hot women."

Occupation: CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy) Allergies: Cats Like/s: Females Dislike/s: Females Fear/s: NA ---------- Name: Caterina Mari Larionova Santelli Age: 26 Birthdate: Agosto 17, 1989 Birthplace: United States of America Origin: Italian-Russian (American by birth) Current City: Upper East State, New York Current Country: United States of America Eye Color: Orange to Blue Irises Hair Color: Light Brown Height: 5'5 ft. Occupation: CEO, Founder; (Women, Children and Youths) WCY Rehabilitation INC.

I ask. “Well I think I agree it probably was beginners luck.” Katarina stands before us with her hands on her hips. Her long wavy strawberry blonde hair cascades down her back. She is wearing a tiny sports bra and shorts. I swear one exhale and her breasts will pop out. I instantly feel her condescending energy. “Forgive me future Queen but I would be doing you a disservice if I fed your ego the way others are. I would think a woman like you would respect people more for their honesty. Correct?”

“I would love to have you come.” “Let me show you my room,” Katarina butted in, grabbing my arm and moving me through another set of doorways until we reached hers. She pushed it open, and I smiled as I saw the hot pink rug and mood lighting that was strung throughout her living room. “See? Isn’t it awesome?” “It’s fun,” I said honestly, returning her bright smile. “Are you an artist?” “That’s right,” Katarina stated proudly. “I’m the creative one. Aleksandra is the fashionista, and Gavril is musically inclined.”

Andrius readily replied, “Who do you want to find? Just send me her information. I’ll personally help find her.” “Thank you! Thank you so much, Wolf King!” Anna expressed her gratitude and immediately sent her friend’s information to Andrius. “Her name is Katalina. She’s nineteen this year and is the younger sister of Queen Margerina. She’s a full-blooded Obaroan.” Andrius did not think much of it and simply agreed. “When I’m done with my business, I’ll immediately help you ask around. There shouldn’t be any problems.”

He moves so he's knelt before me, his hands holding the sides of my legs, "From the second I saw you I knew you were for me. That I wanted nothing but to know you. That although I knew nothing about you, that you were lying about who you were. I was already in love with you." A tear falls down my cheek. "And you were drawn to me too. Despite that, you're not one of us. It was hard to see you struggle with the emotions you felt. Because you didn't understand it or how it came to be." "Then why," I choke, "why the rejection?" He lifts up higher, so his face is directly in front of mine, "If I didn't, and we continued. There's no going back, Andrea. We'll be mated. And it would be for life." I

I may have confused them with my masked appearance but I ignored them and just left them be. “Martin, you’re here!” A woman approached Martin and kissed him on the lips, my eyes widened. Whoa... “Why are you here, Natasha?” I stared at Natasha. Her every move was similar to Chloe. “Because you’re here.” “I told you to put a stop to this nonsense.” “Because you never came back to my condo.” So, she’s half Korean and half Filipino. W-wait… What? What is Martin doing in her condo? Is she Martin’s ex-girlfriend?

As for Martina, she had surgery in her ovary to remove the cyst but she still will not conceive. I told them that I am going to be a father because Katerina was pregnant and was due anytime soon. They were very happy for me and we ended the evening at the Karaoke bar, like the way we used to be. The next Thursday, January 7th I was making rounds checking my team for their sales and assisted them in handling the customers when Racquel called me. I came towards her and I saw Martina next to her. I didn’t