Kate Wallis Novels & Stories

“Also, if you are a gentlemen, why would you jump over the wall where there is a door? Your ancestors made these walls so you should respect the differentiation between inner and outer courts. Why would you visit me instead of the others? I am not as pretty as them. I know they have spent many hours practicing their musical instruments and singing to please you. There is much pleasure and fun to be had there. Here I am brewing medicine like a servant. I am little better than a maid now in this position. How could I ever hope to be anything more than this?” “You don’t need to be any more than this. This is not your purpose. I know that there are these delights that have been prepare

and turned the screen toward me. "I found three possibilities," she said, pointing at her screen. "One is Katherine Williams, a famous athlete who dated a British royal. Another is Katherine Astor, daughter of some tech billionaire who's known for her designer bag collection." "And the third?" I asked, my heart beating faster. "Katherine Sinclair." "Who's Katherine Sinclair?" I leaned closer, trying to see the screen. "Let me check..." Hazel scrolled through the page and then clicked on a photo attachment. "Boom. Got a picture."

Voices murmured from the other side of the thin wall, the bedsprings creaking beneath the weight of bodies. She prepped her pillow to be her earmuffs for yet another night. After their altercation yesterday, the last thing Kate wanted to do was give Colton another reason to pay her a visit. A girly giggle broke through, quickly turning into moans and groans. Kate grimaced in revulsion as the woman insisted on telling Colton over and over and over again just how big he was.

Kate had dark shades on her face while she waited for Opula to arrive at the restaurant. She had to deal with the stress of flying down to New York to meet with opula concerning Doctor Bernard‘s undying quest to expose their secret. When Kate saw Opula cat-walk into the restaurant, she would have doubted that the dashing , tall woman with a baby bump was her sister. Opula had four security personnel flanked around her. “Hi, Opula, Kate greeted and forced a smile which she never intended to do. And right about now she regretted ever greeting Opula , because the impossible sisters of hers gave her the cold shoulders.

She campaigned this year but lost to Dion Dalisay, in the same election that saw to Kate becoming secretary. Kate had nothing against the CC sisters but every time she talked with them, she could feel something else underneath their sweet, braces-reinforced smiles. She couldn’t put her finger on it but it was like, through their eyes, she could sense that they were somehow calculating HER. As though the live-and-let-live truce of religious tolerance had expired and the sisters were trying to make up their minds whether to proselytize Kate or cast her to the fiery pits pronto, along with all those students who were homosexuals, slutty, had only one parent, didn’t know how to lead a prayer pro

I just drew. By the time the team started arriving at nine there were five designs on that wall in pencil. Rough and imperfect and completely full of life. Kate was the first one through the door. She walked in, stopped completely still in the entrance, grabbed Moses's arm beside her without even looking at him, and the two of them just stood there staring at the wall. Then Kate said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "Oh wow."

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”

“The magical verification. How?” “Oh, those were real,” Kate says casually. “Elara is alive. Or she was, until I needed her body for this little performance.” Horror floods through me. “You killed her,” Alistair breathes. “You killed my first wife and wore her face.” “Technically, I killed her two years ago,” Kate corrects. “When I first tried to drain her. But she was… resilient. Escaped. Hid herself and those brats she spawned.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Finding her took time, but once I did, well… she was the perfect disguise.”

Kimmy came back to her senses and answered anxiously, " Yes..Yes..Let..let me call her.. Assistant Zaid.. Please have a seat first.." Kimmy didn't make any mistakes while recognizing her. She dashed into Kate's room to inform her excitedly, " Oh my god! Victor.. Victor Reynolds's assistant is here..Kate...He is here for you...Go outside hurriedly.. Finally, our dream has come true." Kate's eyes almost popped out of its coats. For a second, she didn't believe her ears because she thought that after the last visit, Victor Reynolds was never going to be interested in her. When the hope had suddenly lit up again, her heart burst into happiness.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."