Katee Robert Books Novels & Stories

Scrawny yelled back. “Well you’re welcome to go get them for me. But I have to go. It’s right up the road I’ll be right back!” She didn’t even bother shutting the door. Kat wasn’t supposed to be there alone either. Robert was supposed to have pick the kids up today so she could handle the movers. A text from him this morning informed her that he was going to be late. His late was happening more and more frequently. It didnt matter much to Kat though she was always busy with the kids or her design work. She had finally just finished her degree three years ago. She was amazing at what she did. So amazing most of her work was done on the computer. It was the universes cruel joke. She

Kate started laughing and said, " When i was coming out from the house, he was sleeping that time." Drake looked at her strangely. " She is Kate, Rohan's sister and she is Jenny, my childhood friend. " Jack introduced them to Drake. " Literally, good to see you. " Drake said happily, " give this book to him." Drake handed her the book and convey him, " I'm not gonna come next time, if he needs something in future. " When Kate put her hand out for taking book, Drake noticed something in her hand. He again looked at her face carefully and tried to remind something.

I waved at Kieffer before entering the car. “Where are we going, Ms. Kathy?” Nikki asked as soon as he started the engine. I said the address of Almost Home. I ordered him not to wear his uniform and just dress in casual attire for the reason that I don’t want to attract so much attention. For sure people will be curious about me when they see me have a bodyguard. A perfectly trained bodyguard. Nikki is the same age as Kieffer. 27 years old. Nikki parked the car in front of the Almost Home condominium. I examined the whole building first before I stepped out of the car.

I can spare some time to talk to you. Katherine checked the time and glanced at the door. It seemed that William was still outside so she continued playing with her phone. Jaxon's reply came almost as soon as she sent hers. Thanks, Katherine. I do miss my best friend. Kate smiled and put down her phone to check the door once again. When an hour had passed with no sign of him, she rose from the chaise lounge and walked towards her luggage. She retrieved the book she had brought with her from London, a classic Sherlock Holmes book, removed her robe, and, getting into bed, began to read. She had read this book more than a dozen times and yet she kept finding herself coming back to it again. Soo

"That's not the point. The point is to drive a wedge between the Snider and Ravelle elders. Once their relationship sours, Rhea won't marry George. Her personality won't allow it. George cares a lot about her, so you know what to do, right?" All they needed was for George to think that Rhea hadn't completely let go of Carter. That alone would be enough. Kate stood and left the hospital. Draventh was colder than usual this year, and the snow fell heavier than ever. "Rhea, you shouldn't have become my enemy," Kate thought to herself. … After leaving the hospital, Kate didn't go home. She asked her team, "Where is Lauren?" "Locked in a hotel room by a foreigner."

Rows of books stretched endlessly before her, their spines gleaming beneath warm lighting, titles promising worlds she hadn’t explored in too long. She let her fingers brush against the covers as she walked between shelves, scanning for something that might catch her interest. The Tides series had been the last thing she had tried to read—but it had only succeeded in pulling her deeper into memories of Castiel, memories she really didn’t want to revisit right now. Maybe today, she could find something new. Something that didn’t remind her of the past. Katherine stretched onto her toes, reaching for the promising-looking novel perched high on the shelf. Her fingers barely grazed the bottom o

"If you don't know yet, my sister is a writer. Romantic story is her forte and so far she has two books under the name 'Nameless'." The guests are amazed again. "So you are the author of the book that Ma'am Celia gave us," said one of the guests. Rolan and Nanny Rita quickly looked to each other before looking at Cela to see her reaction. "Oh the lobsters are here," Joyce said in a tone that would catch anyone's attention. "Thanks, Chef." The guests get excited seeing the star of the table. Rolan turned to Joyce to thank her. Cela is curious about what she heard but couldn't turn the conversation back to that. All the guests are obviously hungry and are now busy eating. She had a few bi

She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip. “That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room. Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.

"The reading. Through listening." "Most inheritance works that way. Indirectly. Through watching and absorbing without knowing you're absorbing." I opened my journal. Wrote it down. She watched me write without commenting. She'd long since stopped being surprised by the journal. "What did Grandma Catherine read?" I asked. "Everything. But she had a particular love for books about people who rebuilt things." Mrs. Kane paused. "After difficulty. Stories about reconstruction. I think she found them useful. Professionally and personally."

I imagined them as ridiculous, absurd, completely disconnected from reality. He put his mouth on my… please stop, Kate. I groaned silently. “Stop imagining it. Stop. Stop. Stop.” I threw the book across the room. It hit the wall and slid to the floor. Perfect. Now it’s just a book again. Just words. Words that can’t touch me. Words that don’t matter. I sank back into the chair and closed my eyes. Breathe, Kate. One breath at a time. Outside, the wind howled. The snow piled up relentlessly. My only plan now was simple: survive the night, keep Yssa safe, and pray that the storm and him kept their distance.