Katia Langenheim Novels & Stories

she said flatly. "They're real," I confirmed. "First Moon?" "Yes." She looked at Kieran with an expression that said everything she was thinking without requiring words. Then she looked back at me and extended her hand. "Lieutenant Lena Cross. I'm Kieran's second-in-command, which mostly means I'm the one who tells him when he's being stupid." I took her hand. Her grip was dry and firm, the handshake of a woman who measured people by how they squeezed back. I squeezed hard enough to make her eyebrows rise.

Ann giggled. "No I didn't..." Lydia lied, blushing. "You go to visit?" Melanie asked. "She never told you?" Ann asked in turn. "You'd wanna come." Lydia pointed out. "I don't live near any water connected to the sea." Ann explained sadly. "Visit more often then." Melanie ordered. Ann nodded with a releaved smile. "Come on, let's go home." Melanie said, taking one of Ann's suitcases in one hand, and her hand in the other.

Lena nodded, but a tight knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Trina leaned closer. “You’re really into this guy, huh?” Lena froze. “What? No. I mean… it’s not about that. It’s about exposing the truth.” “Right. And the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous and keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you.”Trina said with a broad smile. Paying to heed to what she said,Lena handed her a phone. “Everything you need to know about your ‘brand’ is here. You’re now Katrina Devereaux, an up-and-coming designer who just relocated from Paris.”

When she and her son Sebastian walked into the private room, the air itself seemed to pause. Katerina was nearly fifty, but time had been kind. She had perfect silver-gray hair, eyes like deep green lakes, and wore a sharp pearl-white suit. She was an Omega, but her presence was unnaturally strong. Her son Sebastian looked to be in his late twenties, with his mother’s green eyes, but his gaze was cold, assessing, and held unmasked hostility—especially toward Lorenzo.

(Katarina Schevenkova) “Thank you..” Anyone that hears our conversations, would’ve thought that it was 2 emotionless people talking in a straight forward manner. It is rather true, Katarina and I usually speaks like these, very in the matter and straightforward, that is why she and I have the same stand ground all the time, hence also the success of Virtue Luxury.

“But instead, my ex slash auntie is asking me to help her track down a club girl. Tell me... Does Uncle Viktor know you're utilizing his pathetic nephew's resources behind his back?” I pulled my phone back toward me. "Viktor has nothing to do with this and if you value your breathing privileges, you won't mention my name or this photo to anyone, especially not him." ​Conrad’s chuckle faded. He leaned over the table, crossing his arms as he looked at the screen one more time. ​"I know her.” My ears perked up. Now, I have a lead. "Her name is Katerina. She’s an elite handler, a high-end, very exclusive contractor, usually hired by the old guard families in Los Angeles to dig up dirt on assets.

Placing himself between me and Rothgar with body language that was unmistakably protective. "She is under my protection," Kieran said quietly. "Make your respects and leave, Rothgar." "Your protection." Rothgar smiled. Cold and knowing. "How... territorial of you." "How accurate of me. Lena is valuable. Rare. The only successful witch-Fae hybrid in recorded history. She is also the reason I am free. That makes her important to me. Anyone who wishes to approach her does so with my permission." The words sat in the air like a declaration.

Adjusting to living in Nebrodi hasn’t been smooth sailing. Henrik and I are doing our best to study that EIGHT HUNDRED PAGE guide to being a Nebrodi Beta Luna Katrina gave us, but we didn’t have much time to focus. There is a witch out there looking to mess with our mate’s family, and she needs to be put down.

The lady was taller than her and had long and full hair that looked so healthy. She also had a pretty face that looked prettier with her smile. "Hello," Caitlyn simply said, quite confused about who the lady is. "My name's Kate. I moved in today. Next door," She explained. "Ah!" Caitlyn breathed down with a small chuckle. "What were you thinking? That I'm here to kidnap you?" The lady joked and they laughed. "You're welcome. My name's Caitlyn." "Nice to meet you, Caitlyn," She said and extended her hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Kate," Caitlyn took her hand with a smile.

I smiled back and stood up slowly, then deciding to kill the stupid nervousness, I tipped my chin up as I started, "My name is Katerina Montego, and I am the owner of Kat Wines, a business which focuses on making sure that everyone gets quality wines, no matter their social status. I am 27 years of age, and I am Italian, although I grew up in America… hence the accent." I turned to Ray with a nod, while sitting back down. He grinned, then chipped in, "Wow, Italian. It's no wonder you are this hot and beautiful, then. I heard the country never runs out of hot women."