Katee Robert Books Novels & Stories

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.

I had overestimated his usefulness and the plan had suffered accordingly. The plan did not stop because the tool broke. It adjusted. A notification appeared on my laptop. My Manhattan proxy had delivered the surveillance file I had requested two weeks ago. I opened it. High-resolution photographs, taken from a respectful distance by someone with a professional lens and good timing. Kate entering the Ashford Culinary Group headquarters on her first official day as executive director. Dressed in a navy suit, hair back, shoulders straight. The building's glass doors reflected her approach. The lobby. Shaking hands with senior staff.

​Catherine stepped past them, her movements fluid and arrogant, her eyes never leaving the book. She didn't look at Dave or Laura; to her, they were merely the tools that had performed the necessary labor. She was the architect, and this was her final design. ​"You look confused," Catherine remarked, her voice echoing against the vaulted ceiling. She paused before the pedestal, her fingers hovering inches above the cover of the codex. "You thought this was a story of redemption, of a cursed boy and a girl with the power of the stars. But it is much simpler than that. It is a story of consumption."

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

I introduced myself with my full name – I felt it provided a buffer to protect me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rafe smirk when I used my full name knowing full well everyone called me Kate. As I paused the gentleman continued holding my hand introducing himself, “It’s very nice to meet you Katelyn Adams, although the circumstances are not ideal. My name is Boyd Maxwell from the Red Moon Pack. I am Rafe’s Uncle and I believe we have some business we regrettably need to discuss this morning.”

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.

Kate, suddenly, was noticeable. Kate, depositing her bag on the floor and switching on her terminal, looked at Robert out of the corner of her eye. She knew the effect she was . having on him and it amused her. Robert, like most of her male colleagues, looked as if he had been created as an unremarkable grey suit, and had chosen a face to match. And now he looked slightly disconcerted. Sex, thought Kate. It was that simple. She now looked like a person who knew what sex was all about. Robert, of course, was prone to bragging about his own sexual activities — they all did that — but on any social occasion he made a bee-line for the ‘terrified of women’ corner. Initially, Kate had thought he m

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

Caterina “Wait, so you’re going to teach me the ways of the Bratva? Why?” I ask Kai as I look over at him from the passenger side of the SUV. When we got home from spending the entire Sunday together in the forest, I passed out as soon as I got home. But when Kai woke me up this morning, he let me know that we had a full day planned today. I wasn’t sure what he meant by it, though, and now he’s telling me that I would be learning the ways of the Russian mafia??

She sighed softly and brought out her English text book and her homework, unfortunately she will have to go to bed late because she hasn't done her homework yet! *** Catherine was sitting in a secluded place where she knew none of the students will be wandering off to and decided to study there. One of the major reasons why she was there was also because of Ace. Fucking Ace, thank goodness he hasn't disturb her for a few days now. She was reading a romance book she bought at a book store on her way to school earlier that morning. Catherine loves reading, especially romance books and sometimes werewolf books too. This particular book in her hand has been out in the market for over a year but