Katia Langenheim Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

She hadn't had the time to ask what the asshole knew, and as though she wasn't stressed enough, Professor Hot only continued to make her wet whenever he was in the class. Just five days in and Katharina was worked up by the end of the week, and in dire need of some release. Which was why she couldn't wait until after Maya's party before letting it out. The house was empty. Liam was at work and her mom and Marco had taken a private jet to spend the weekend at Las Vegas. Good for her. Kate had her bath and set up the camera after changing into her classy lingerie. Her eyes were covered with a lace material, and the comment section was filled up.

But I recognize the silhouette on the bow before the tender even launches. Katarina. She’s eighty-something now—exact age is classified, even to us—but she still moves like someone who could vanish into a crowd or a shadow in seconds. Silver hair cropped military-short, eyes the same piercing gray. She steps onto the sand alone, no entourage, carrying only a slim leather case. Luca meets her first. They don’t hug—never have. Just a long look, then he nods once. “Thought you were done with boats,” he says.

She is mine! “What is the name of this man you call her mate?” “Erm…. She called him…” he stuttered, trying to remember. “Say his name or your mother will be next!” I growled, jumping off the couch. “Kilhan! Alpha Kilhan is his name! He said he’s her mate and she seemed okay with it.” I felt my eyes burning as his name continually rang in my head. ‘He’ll regret ever getting close to my woman!’ “Where the hell is she now?” Lionel asked.

"She keeps canceling. I suspect she's accelerating their training." Luna's voice echoed in my mind. *Mama. Someone watching. From the trees. Bad feeling.* I stood immediately. "Luna senses someone. North tree line." Through security feeds, we watched a young woman emerge from the forest, hands raised. "I'm not here to fight," she called. "My name is Katarina Volkov. I need help." We brought her to an interrogation room. She looked exhausted, malnourished. Her eyes glowed faintly silver.

the woman informs me then and stretches her hand to me. I return the greeting, hoping to not look pissed at her because why am I even getting irritated? Yeah, she’s kind of looking down on me, but I can’t blame her. God knows what that man told her about me, and honestly, neither she, nor I have done something wrong. “Katerina,” I reply. “People usually call me Katia.” “Katia,” she repeats, letting the word stretch on her tongue. “Sounds like one of those Russian dolls.”

' he asked her before the minute long pause. Then she replied almost inaudibly- 'yes, yes you will-' 'i can't wait to see you' It was Zach who said it for the nth time that day as he looked to his watch. 'in thirty minutes time, Zach' She assured. 'and me too-' Zach had still a half an hour long journey to where he agreed to meet Katharina, and even though he was delayed by some hours, he managed to get close enough before the sun set and here in Zürich-

The rack was loaded with bags. “Can I help you?” I asked. The woman turned. She looked to be in her fifties, with cat-eye glasses and a measuring tape around her neck. “Luna Charlotte?” She crossed the room and shook my hand with both of hers. “I’m Renata. Alpha Kieran arranged for me to come. He said you’d need a dress for the ceremony?”

Kath muttered weakly, wincing from the pain. "How did you end up here?" Bellatrix asked, her curiosity evident. "My own sister, Keona, destroyed my life. Blaire and Alexa, her friends, pushed me off the cliff for the second time." "The second time?" Bellatrix raised a questioning brow. "Keona has planned to get rid of me more than once." "Oh, you poor thing. I’m sorry my house is a bit shabby, but we’ll move somewhere better soon," Bellatrix said, noticing Kath’s confused gaze as she looked around. Kath simply nodded.

"It goes there." Catalina looked at the shelf. "Next to Elian's novels," she said. "Next to them," Màiri said. "That's where it belongs." Farber arrived at half past six — Lena Farber, who had been teaching German in Geneva and who Selene had invited because Selene understood that Farber was one of the people who had been part of this from the beginning and that the beginning deserved to be present at the Christmas table.