Kathleen Weiner Novels & Stories

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

I had made the resolve to stay strong and he respected that. As I turned to acknowledge the mystery man I again stood and held out the hand not holding my coffee cup. He reached forward, in front of Rafe, taking my hand and lingering momentarily as I introduced myself. “I am Katelyn Adams, I would say it’s nice to meet you; however, that would be a lie under the circumstances.”. I introduced myself with my full name – I felt it provided a buffer to protect me.

“Let's talk.” I dried my eyes with my other palm and followed June and Evelyn to the three nights inn. It was less rowdy than the city. Today sucked. I finished my beer in a swig and took another mug. “Allow me to introduce my mate Gwen, his name is June.” She introduced the gentleman with a smile. He was tall, he had fair radiant skin, blue eyes and a pointy nose. He was a very handsome beta wolf. But I couldn't even pretend to be pleased. I was in a very terrible shape at the moment, and I didn't care to meet anyone new. “I'm Gwen.” I replied taking longer sips of alcohol. We were all silent, the atmosphere was awkward. I was still sober but I badly wished to get drunk. But what I saw was

Alexander Kathleen, a junior in one of my departments, stood at the front of the room, her voice calm and steady as she gestured toward the projected images behind her. She had always been composed, but today, there was a subtle confidence in her tone that came from knowing she had been chosen out of many to spearhead this project. The investors sitting around me leaned forward in their seats, their gazes fixed on her as though they could already see the profits in their bank accounts. Dollar signs might as well have been glittering in their eyes.

the woman admonishes, shaking a ladle in her direction. Avery grins at her as she loads her plates into the dishwasher, and turns around to walk out of the kitchen. Kathleen is waiting for her as soon as she exits the kitchen. "You don't understand what it was like," Kathleen blurts immediately, wringing her hands. "Oh, tell me what it was like then," Avery snipes, her politeness replaced with the cattiness she was trying to avoid. "It was hell," Kathleen growls, "I had nobody to talk to for six months. Nothing to do. It was horrible."

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

she hissed, trying to keep me quiet. I glared at her and pried her hands off my lips. "And you think I won't kill you, huh?! You don't even know that person's face or his background! How could you just sleep with a man like that?!" Kathleen pouted. "I don't know what happened to me either. I just went to a famous bar outside last night because I couldn't sleep from worrying about your safety. I always had a strong tolerance for booze, but that night I accidentally had fifteen bottles instead of my usual limit of fourteen. That's why I lost my inhibition…"

Barbara yelled, Ethan looked at her through the rearview mirror. "Sorry, just don't mind me." She said dragging her bag as she hurried into the company, the staff kept bowing at her, she was one of the directors of Calvin's group under one of their branches. Kathleen is dying to hear what her findings are, so she called again. "Have you seen it?" "Kathleen, are you mad?" "Hey, I am not expecting you to call me mad, you should thank me, for looking for the best site for you."

Katherine's body was tense with irritation as she whirled around to face Convel, the fog so thick that it nearly blocked her view of him. "What I'm meant to do?" Katherine demanded, her voice waspish. "What exactly is it that you think I'm 'meant to do, Convel?" Katherine's voice was snappy and harsh. She was so incredibly sick of this everyone telling her what she was 'meant to be' and meant to do. It was crap, and Katherine was sick of it. Convel took a step forward, his eagerness to explain his point of view pathetically obvious.