Katia Prequel Novels & Stories

That alone made her a valuable commodity at the club where she was known as Anastasia, the jewel of Russia. She’d been a mafia princess in her childhood, the best schools, ballet and gymnastics lessons. Her father Viktor Ambrov was the head of the crime family which ruled in Omega City. Katia had been his doll, beautiful and obedient, the pawn he hoped to use to join two powerful families. Then Daddy’s little girl began to grow up and rebelled, whored, partied, and soiled the family name. So, she was cast out, exiled. And found her way to the Cobra Club.

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.

“Yes. You can say it like that. Katia’s stepdad is a retired diplomat, before we came he pulled some strings, made sure we are not alone and unprotected. And how I am certain these people we are talking about won’t turn their backs on us? They are not in it for money or power, but loyalty. If you have more questions about it, ask Katia, okay?” I nod, clenching my jaw. Katerina never told me that, she’s never talked about her family, no more than the things she said about Pedro, I mean. And maybe I am just tired, exhausted actually, that it suddenly bugs me that I know so little about her private life. Maybe this is why I am letting Maria’s words from earlier, words I know have no solid groun

Finale One year had passed since that pivotal afternoon in Kate’s apartment, when she had sat on the couch, wrestling with the weight of her future. Now, as she walked across the bustling college campus, her steps were lighter, her heart fuller. The past year had been a whirlwind of change, growth, and unexpected joys. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, Emma, who had become the center of her world. Balancing motherhood, school, and her relationship with Seth had been challenging, but Kate had found a rhythm that worked for her. She was proud of how far she had come.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Er*tic, trilling romance and suspense 👖👙Katrina’s POV👖👙 Seriously, I can’t believe this, how can she tell me to clean away their bruises and wash their cloths, when am not their slave. Gosh! This is pure nonsense!! “I can’t believe this,” I said as I walked towards her office. She must really be out of her mind.

Without thinking where he was walking to, Hades had made his way to the park, his piercing sapphire eyes, gazing at the sweet figure of Caterina De Santis dressed like an ordinary person; a dress that reached her knees and a light sweater that she wore over it, however, that was not what had paralyzed him just then, with her, swaying in an innocent sway, there was a child, a little boy who could not have been more than 5 years old with hair and eyes identical to hers and a pristine smile of pure innocence. Looking at that curious pair, she could see how Caterina helped the infant down from that swing and then kissed his cheeks with love, the woman was shining as she did not shine in the bar,

Kent shouted angrily but the man on the other line did not answer which made him even more angry. “I am asking you! Answer me!” “S-it's Ms. Sha-sha.” Kent seemed stunned when he heard who it was. He remembered that it was the reason their path cross again, because of the gun shot wedding he and Catty. Now Catty has really levelled up and her mom is ready to be her ally. That is when everything flashbacks to him. Atasha being always busy. Its constant tiredness. Its tenderness towards him. Making the most of it while with him.

Why did she do these things to me? “Okay, Killian,” Katya said walking into the living room. She really was drop-dead gorgeous. She was wearing her hair up in a high ponytail, a black tight tiny tee, and some jeans that hugged her so tight it should have been against the law, her biker boots made her easily a foot taller, but what caught my attention was her weapons. “What in the hell, are you Xena?” I ask, standing up. “What?” She said, putting her jacket on.

She retorted. I twitched my nose. Some random nobody actually dissed me like this. My bodyguards were not far and all I needed to do was signal them, but I didn't. “If she can steal you from her mother, how long do you think your marriage will last? Hope you signed a prenup because Katalina is nothing but a gold digger. She sucked Kelvin's blood for so long only to ditch him the moment she found a bigger fish. Are all rich men this stupid?”

Katara heard her mother cough so hard, she's starting to worry right now. They are already in the bed and it's midnight but her mother still can't sleep, she approached her and then patted her back gently. "Are you okay mom? You look so pale." She worriedly says, the whole day Katara did what the maid should do. Good thing in her past life, she used to work as a maid as a disguise to kill someone. At her first work it was such a disaster, she almost burned the entire mansion of that family but it will not happen today or tomorrow. She learns how to be one, she learns that she's a personal maid of the Mistress Ave.