Katarina Stratford Novels & Stories

Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." He said with a smirk on his lips" "I hate you". Chantelle said. He slaps Chantelle leaving her shocked and stunned. But she's also filled with anger, and she's tired of being mistreated. She decides that she's not going to take it anymore. She looks her uncle in the eyes and says, "I'm not going to let you treat me like this anymore. I'm not going to let you control my life. I'm going to do what I want to do, and I'm going to make something of myself." They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

he continues, "I thought you were my wife, and I know she's not here today. There is a striking resemblance." Odd.... Charlotte's looks are quite unusual.... .... Still, a man like Haswell is bound to have a beautiful wife.... "Charlotte, Michael," I say. "Let me introduce Richard Haswell, Founder and CEO of The Haswell Corporation." And I see it there. Charlotte approaches him, her hand held out to shake. But the smile.... and the look in her eyes.... "Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell." As she speaks, I see the sub offering herself to the Dom.... Her pupils dilate madly, her great green eyes like saucers. Her breath hitches.... How dare you.... .... Remember who owns you.... And you look like h

Charlotte gritted out. Charlotte knew that Elena had powers. She used a spell to look deeper into her so that she could find out how strong she was, and it turned out she didn't look hard enough. "I really want to kill you right now, but I want your powers. You are strong but don't know how to use your powers. I could be unstoppable with your strength and my skills," she giggled. "And once you are gone, I will say I'm Valentina De Luca, the lost Queen, but I'm just waiting for Damon to see the show."

Svarga said as he wiped the tears from his daughter’s beautiful face. Charlotte nodded and sat down with Svarga to recount everything that had happened. She didn’t leave anything out, including explaining who Karletta was and her connection to Keanu. “I’m sure Karletta isn’t a cruel person, but I’m also sure that Jarvey wouldn’t cheat, let alone get drunk just to sleep with another woman,” Charlotte said. Svarga sighed, feeling that what happened to Charlotte was a slight echo of what had happened to him and Catherine.

I hate that I can be seen with anyone or be alone with anyone except with her. I also fear that Marlon is doing an impeccable job of taking good care of her in my absence. It would be convenient all around if she transferred her attention to Marlon. At the thought, an involuntary pain started at the pit of my stomach and gnawed there. “Come in,” I called out when I heard a knock outside. I welcomed the sight of Katarina as she entered my office. She wore a navy office dress. It has a flared skirt with a slit on the side that exposes her creamy thighs when she walks.

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?”

The words on the cover were big and black: "Elysian Dream Aviation: Katarina's Triumphant Return." I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It hurt to see her winning while I was struggling to fix my broken walls. I forced myself to look away from the picture. "Katarina has been my rival for a very long time," Irina said. "She is a person who only cares about herself. She thinks she is the most important person in the world. She is very good at making men do what she wants. She acts skilled at getting them to do things, and then she takes everything they have."

“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.”

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.