Katia Langenheim Novels & Stories

She asked treading with caution, Sensing her fear, he raised his hands to her, showing he had nothing in his hands, "Seeing how easy it was for me to get into this place, I don't know what we might say for the others, he said, "You still have not answered my question," said Mrs Langson, "I am Gretchen from Vermont, I am here to fulfil an obligation to an old friend, an obligation rather tasking, something I wouldn't want to do, but I have to." Said Gretchen,

she said excitedly. Daunte chuckled. "Alessia, this is Katia. Katia, this is Alessia," he said. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said as I shook her hand. "Pleasure is all mine," Katia replied. "Well, I'm going to head back, and you two head down when you're ready," Kaita said as she turned and walked away. "Who is she?" I asked, glancing at Daunte. "Katia is the daughter of Councilwoman Evangeline Jones, and she is also mated to Jonathan; she also works for me and is Maliyla's sister," Daunte replied.

Moonlight poured across the large space, illuminating the crisp white of the wardrobe, the oil paintings of ships at sea and lighthouses, and the light blue paint that decorated the walls. It also illuminated Katherine's laptop case, which she had mistakenly left on the kitchen table earlier that day. Katherine's mind suddenly lighted on an idea, and she got out of bed as quietly as possible, tiptoeing over to the laptop case. She pulled her laptop out, opened it and turned it on, all the while silently praying that she would find what she was looking for and that no one was awake to stop her from achieving success in her self-imposed mission. Once her laptop was booted up, she turned on the

It was a woman's voice, she had an accent. ”Who is this?” I asked queasily. I heard her laugh on the other line before clearing her throat. ”This is Katia, I'm James’s fiancé. It’s nice to finally speak to you, Elena.” She said. Her voice was soft but there was hatred evident in the words she spoke. I could practically see the victorious smirk on her face. ”I want to speak to Ashton,” I said, trying my best to sound confident.

He spitefully uttered. K laughed. "Relax," she chuckled, then took a step above Jesse so that they were face-to-face. She lifted her arms and wound them around his shoulders. "Dimitri is the name of Nadia's newest cat." K leaned her face onto his and they kissed on the steps. She pulled away from the kiss abruptly, turning around to continue walking up the stairs, leaving him wanting for more again.

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

Lilika and I had a common enemy and convenient enough, that woman was my only threat. "No need to worry about that," Lilika assured as she strolled around with a pan filled with water and headed to the cooker. "I've hired a private investigator to go look into her. By the way, her name is Alva Pierce. She grew up in the ghetto side of town. Attica to be precise. If someone like her was born there. We are bound to find something to rope her with. Trust me, Doria, she is merely a pesky fly that will get swabbed sooner than later."

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Ella physically recoiled as she wondered what kind of business party this was. Chase realized how uncomfortable she was and led her away to a quieter place. One that looked more sane. "She’s something, isn’t she?" he said casually, not even glancing back. "Who?" Ella asked, though her chest already knew the answer. "Katrina," he said. "That’s her name. Katrina James." Ella raised an eyebrow. "Oh." He nodded, loosening the collar of his shirt. "Nine-time global award-winning actress turned investor. She walked off the stage and straight into billion-dollar businesses. Classy. Ruthless. One hell of a negotiator."