Katia Langenheim Novels & Stories

“Let me introduce Rajata and Kalyana, who will be the subjects of our experiment for the next two days.” “She’s Bianca, from Italy, neurologist. That’s Roel, from Holland, a quantum mechanic. Next is Karthikeyan, from India, electrical engineer, and that’s Wang Li, a computer expert,” Harso introduced his team to Kalyana and Rajata.

” Margarette looked up in the clear sky and felt the warm of the sunlight touch her face, “But they failed Ellaine, they failed. Fortunately, Estelel didn’t die but became a tree.” She turned to Ellaine in time to see realization in her face, “Yes. Estelel became the Virsathen tree. The Creator and Fates honored her to become the tree that shall support the two worlds. Every year, high ranked creatures in their respective groups visit the Virsathen. It is a feast called Bronithe. For years, everyone thought that danger is over. But now..” “But now what?” Yntreia cried and Ellaine knew the baby can understand what they’re talking about.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Meade, Kim, seated with Brad in the back seat, said, “I’m curious about something: Katrina, I know that you’re the daughter of President Solov of Russia, but Katrina has never sounded like a Russian name...” “You’re right. It’s not,” Katrina replied. “My mother was German. She was a dancer ... a very good one, I hear. She danced with both the Kirov and the Bolshoi Ballets. My mother died shortly after I was born, and since she had always liked the name, Katrina...” “I’m so sorry,” Kim sympathized. Then she spoke softly to the woman in Russian. Katrina did a double-take, listened, and then started to howl with laughter. But instead of responding to Kim in Russian, she switched to German. Kim

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ LUCAS. A warm smile tugged on my lips the moment Katarina ascended to the stage with Sofia and Celeste. She had a rose gold strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline that perfectly accentuated her collarbones. All of them looked beautiful, like goddesses, but I knew in my heart that in a room full of beautiful females, no one could beat my Luna.

I'm dragged in his undertow, his hand still searing my back, my smile bolted into something I hope appears as composure. "Julian!" A woman descends. She is probably in her sixties. The diamonds on her suggest generational wealth. Her eyes flick to me, retract, then return. The flick lasts half a second and I register it in my brain. "Mrs. Van Andel. The benefit is exceptional." "We're honored you've graced us." Her gaze now fixed on me, evaluating. "And this is...?" "Lena Marchetti." He pronounces my name like a data point. Not a date. Not a partner. A companion. Deliberate ambiguity. "Lena, Beatrice Van Andel, chair of the institute's board."

As the hours passed, Katya felt a growing sense of connection to her mother, as if she were walking in her footsteps, uncovering the mysteries that had shaped her life. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the attic window, Katya sat back, rubbing her tired eyes. She had made progress, but there was still so much she didn't know. She needed help, someone who might be able to decipher the script or at least point her in the right direction. She thought of Charlotte and the journals in the wooden box Theo told her about. Maybe together, they could uncover the secrets hidden within the ancient language. Maybe this language is related to Charlotte’s witch counterpart and w

He chuckled at Lena who just smiled and raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Ah, shut up” Lena groaned and chuckled. “Last night was amazing, you did a great job for our business!” Dmitri praised her. “Well, I’m good at it. You know…” Lena raised an eyebrow proudly. Lena gridded more than 70 international drug markets worldwide and it made her become the first successful woman to achieve success in less than a year. To be honest, I’m not proud of her, I’m not proud of everything she just made.

The next day started early and brutal. Alexander had arranged the meeting with Elena Langenbach on neutral ground – in a small, exclusive café in a side street of Frankfurt city centre. Only Julian and two security people were close. Elena Langenbach was 32, elegant, with sharp facial features and the same cold eyes like her father. She had a long time before she spoke. “You have courage, Voss. After everything my father has done to you, come to me?”

" Katia let the sheet of paper fall onto her lap as she replayed his words in her mind. Had he planned to bring her and her son there? Something inside her began to flutter, and a small smile spread across her tightly pressed lips. She put on her flip-flops and carefully descended the stairs. Downstairs, she encountered Jennel, whom she greeted with a smile. Jennel was a woman around forty-five, with a smiling demeanor and a tanned complexion. She had a few wrinkles, but her skin had a beautiful bronzed color. Her eyes radiated happiness to anyone who looked at them. "Good morning, Miss Katia," the woman greeted her cheerfully. "Are you heading to the pool?" "You can call me Katia. I told yo