Katia Prequel Novels & Stories

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,

she said to me while trying to escape the guards. “I don't even have a plan for all of this!” I shouted back at her which made her laugh. “Fvck you! If that was true then you weren't in our lives right now!” Because of that Keiron get angry. “You have such a thick face to insult her?! Ever since Catty, EVERYONE here knows that you are a big THICK FACE! You are acting as if you are my girlfriend! How many times do I have to tell you that never as in NEVER we had that kind of relationship! I do not have even a single romantic feeling for you. I told you that I am in love with someone else four years ago and now that I have seen her, I will do everything I want because I LOVE Atasha!”

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.

Finally, he spoke, low and deliberate. “She’s my daughter, Wolf. My little girl. I don’t like her hands getting dirty.” His gaze flicked to me, hard as steel, then softened with reluctant acceptance. “But she’s the club’s queen now. A mafia princess. It was bound to happen.” I nodded. Luca wasn’t wrong. Kat had always been too kind-hearted, too soft for this kind of work. But the world we lived in didn’t care about kindness. It demanded strength. And she had it—more than she knew.