Katarina Martinovic Novels & Stories

You are immoral, vulgar, promiscuous and despicable. - Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, your little maid? – Liz said. - Don't offend me by calling me a maid. – Catarina replied without lowering her head. – I don't have a life of privileges like you, but I have character and dignity. Things you don't know about. But you're right, I didn't introduce myself, let me correct that. I'm Catarina, soon to be Mrs. Mellendez, and friend, no friend, sister, of the psychopath from hell. – Catarina put her arm around my waist and held Mel's hand and smiled at her friend.

Smith today, my shrink, so I mailed her secretary to confirm. Subject - Confirmation of my appointment. Liz, I have an appointment with Dr.Smith at half past noon today. I hope there's no rescheduling. Thanks. Isabelle Forte. The reply was instanteous. Subject - No changes and a request. Isabelle, There are no changes whatsoever. However, Dr.Smith wants you to bring your new boyfriend, if possible. Liz. Secretary to Dr. Alpha Smith She wanted me to bring Mariano? There goes. In case you're wondering, Alpha Smith was a woman with blonde hair that were always tied into a messy bun, and a great mismatch of name and personality.

"We're both exhausted from the party and we would love to take our leave now. Goodbye, Mrs. Veronica. Or, are you still holding tightly to the 'miss' title?" Caitlyn chuckled before they turned and walked out of the hall, leaving Veronica burning in pure rage. ▪▪▪ "I wonder how she managed to dress exactly like me," Caitlyn voiced out, breaking the silence in the car. "She must have seen us earlier and quickly ordered everything you had on. She's that kind of person," Martin explained, not taking his eyes off the road. Another silence ensued. "She's one of my exes. The last woman I had a romantic relationship with," He answered the question Caitlyn was dying to ask before she could.

after a while he calmed down and asked gently " So the package is located in Konstantin's home? " " Yes " Santana replied. " Any means to enter there? " He asked. " No outsider is allowed to enter Konstantin's home except his heartthrob." Mattia responded " Her name is Iris. Konstantin's weakness. She is an orphan whom Konstantin fell Head over heel in love with " " Did the lady reciprocate the feelings? " Maximo asked curiously. " No, not when he killed her parents in cold blood when she refused him "

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

"Bonded by fate. She can no more betray me than I can betray myself." "Your bond isn't complete," Katerina Morozova countered. The Northern Russian Alpha had lost her mate tonight... he'd been killed during the Prague attacks, their children kidnapped. She had every right to her rage. "Her immunity is failing, not failed. For all we know, she's still playing both sides."

But I recognize the silhouette on the bow before the tender even launches. Katarina. She’s eighty-something now—exact age is classified, even to us—but she still moves like someone who could vanish into a crowd or a shadow in seconds. Silver hair cropped military-short, eyes the same piercing gray. She steps onto the sand alone, no entourage, carrying only a slim leather case. Luca meets her first. They don’t hug—never have. Just a long look, then he nods once. “Thought you were done with boats,” he says.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Even if she's the rightful mate of the dominant Alpha but in his eyes, she was just a vermin that hinders his plan to have a strong mate to stand and rule by his side. To be dumped by her mate like that, Tatiana was hurt at the same time, she's in deep rage for putting her in this kind of predicament she never wishes to taste. Yet, her choice to decline was rubbed by him. Alpha Mraz is the root of her misery and feeling angry for everything justified her madness. She has the right to get mad, to resent him, to loathe him but why does her heart still yearn for him? Like there's a speck of puzzle that only he can fix the pieces?

“That’s Damian’s style, not ours. I want proof of intimacy. A stolen kiss. Her hand held in yours. I want a photograph that shows the brute’s precious prize choosing you. The world needs to see her turning away from his violence and toward your refinement.” “Yes,” he breathed. “Of course.” “Now get out,” she said, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. He scrambled to his feet and practically fled from the room, a re-energized weapon aimed directly at Ava’s heart. Katarina leaned back in her chair, alone amidst the wreckage. She looked down at the discarded, soiled cushion on the floor. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. Let him have his pet, she thought. I have my own. And mi