Katelyn Kline Novels & Stories

It did not make any sense to them. "What are you still standing there for? Leave this place this instant, right now!" Kelly roared. "But alpha this is our home, where are we supposed to go?" one of the ladies, who was a bit older and had some guts, asked. "Are you seriously asking me that question?" Kelly was so angry that his eyes turned a shade of blue. His white canines elongated, revealing his long fangs. His nails grew, revealing his sharp claws that could slice through their throats just with a single blow.

Katie Clyde grumbled in frustration "Catherine, can you just stop? I told you I have nothing to do with Kelvin, I am now in a relationship, and it isn't with your Kelvin, can you please stop pestering me? it is annoying" Catherine rolled her eyes "how will I believe you? I have never seen you with any other guy apart from my Kelvin." Chloe carried the bag and came over to stand beside Katie Clyde "you can have your ugly Kelvin all to yourself, Katie's boyfriend is way more handsome than your ugly Kelvin, stop disturbing my friend, or I am going to scratch your ugly face whore!" Chloe demonstrated with her fingers scaring Catherine three footsteps backwards away, "Chloe, let's just go"

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"

Her husband was worth a small fortune. A horn blew. Katelyn Austin pulled up next to the curb in front of Layla’s driveway in her brown Lincoln. She was eight years older than Layla and Lacey, and she was part of the high society in town. Her husband was a successful businessman who sat on the board of the hospital and other charity institutions in Tampa. Her blonde hair shone in the sun. Katelyn smiled at them. “Good afternoon, ladies.” “Good afternoon,” Layla said.

She murmurs under her breath. Kaitlyn is wearing a soft peach cotton dress that goes to the middle of her thighs. Not too high and not too low. A pair of dark brown sandals that latch around her ankles and a small dark brown purse for her money and i.d., just in case they go to a club.

She was healthy and happy. Marcus took her along with him for jogging in the morning. She was so lazy that he had to carry her on his back, half way home. But her husband didn’t mind. He also spoiled her with gifts and took her to a lot of public places and let her taste every letter of the word ‘FREEDOM’. Approximately 3 months later... Kate was attending a pop quiz in algebra when an announcement trough the speaker paused the class. “Katelyn Winston is requested to come to the office immediately. Thankyou”

Based on my calculations, there’s quite a lot of amount of clothes I will be donating so I needed an extra hand to help, that is why I am asking Katelyn. There’s an un audible sound I have heard from Kate’s line, something that could broke my ear by listening so I take my phone away from my ear for second. [“Hey, Katelyn, are you still there? What’s that noise?”] I asked. [“Hey, Yes, I am still here! Could you hear me now?”] Katelyn asked, I can also hear her walking. [“Yes, I could hear you. So… are you available? Would you like to help me with my errands?”]

she adds, "According to our records, she's been at her modeling agency for about 3 hours." That doesn't seem unusual for her, considering she's a high-end model. Even so, I ask, "Does she have any gigs lined up that would require heavy makeup?" "I looked into that too," Kate smirks, proud of her own foresight. "She has nothing on the roster for tonight, although I did find something interesting," Katelyn pulls up another screen, this time of a work roster. "Do you recognize this name?" "Miss Bluebird," I shake my head. "Should I recognize it? I've..."

She was none other than Katrina. “Oh no baby. Is that...” Claire said gasping. Knox was on a date with his ex girlfriend in public. Did this mean they were back together?

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.