Katia Prequel の小説・ストーリー

My thoughts raced and I began to wonder if Slade had a sister we weren't aware of. "Wait!" I yelled after her as Malikai grabbed me under my arms and yanked me to my feet. "Who are you?" Katrina stopped walking. She didn't bother turning back around to face me but instead moved her head to the side so I could only see her perfect profile. She let out a soft and sultry laugh before saying, "Who am I? I am Katrina Vespora, and I will be the one true Luna once you are dead."

“After you left, I found the files. Father wasn’t hiding them well anymore. You were never just the heir. You were the project.” I backed up. “No. No, I was just a child.” “You were built to be something more,” she said, eyes flickering with emotion. “You were part of the Omega Protocol. I’ve read the reports. The brain mapping. The genetic sequencing. They started it with Mother.” My breath caught. “Mom?” Katya nodded. “She was the original subject. But it failed… and they moved on to you.” Damian growled low. “Why are you here, Katya?”

she whispered, her voice trembling but determined, "I need to make peace with my past. I want to find Jacob, my biological father. I need to understand who I am, where I come from." Sean nodded, his thumb caressing her hand in a gentle, soothing motion. "I'll do whatever it takes to help you, Katara. We'll find Jacob together, and you won't have to face this journey alone." With Sean by her side, Katara embarked on a search for her biological father. They delved into the investigator's findings, piecing together fragments of the past in their quest for the truth. Days turned into weeks, as they followed every lead, crossed every hurdle, determined to unveil the missing chapters of Katara's l

“Caterina touched the child by accident and saw her future alongside my daughter.” I nearly drop the bottle when he says this. “Daughter?! You have a daughter?!” I ask, feeling ecstatic for my brother, my heart hammering at the proud smile on his face when he nods. “Apparently so; Kira will rule fiercely with Kaia at her side. Or so Caterina’s vision tells her.” He says, chuckling. “You named your daughter after me, by the way.” “Yeah, as if you need a bigger head,” I roll my eyes and grumble when he slaps me on my back.

I just looked at Katia's underwear on top of me and felt too shocked to ever look up again. April moved back to my sister's side and slid behind her, glaring at me over a shoulder, but I couldn't look up. Her arms wrapped around Katia in a gentle hug. "When I first met your sister Jerek . . . Look at me you bastard," I slowly dragged my gaze to connect, "When I met Katia, she was lost. A sad and lonely soul without any spark for life. No real friends, a disinterested family, and a heartbreaking story about a cocky older brother she still looked up to for some reason.

Whichever topic the ladies discussed, their conversations always ended with her name. Kiara was sitting quietly in a corner, sipping from a glass of water. In fact, she would constantly stare at her phone, anticipating a call or a text response from Greg. “Speaking about reputations,” Another lady said. “Killian had a great reputation before Sophia manipulated him. Rumor had it that he never had a girlfriend before and Kiara was his first.” “He was a virgin?” Another lady gasped. “Seems like it. But then, see how he ended up. So you’re too early to congratulate Kiara on this marriage. Men are always unpredictable.”

Alpha Karl. Her mate. The man who hated her, who loathed her so deeply it scorched her soul. Six years wasn’t enough time for him to forget her face. Fifty wouldn’t be enough either. Just knowing he was here—in Bienville, for the coronation—made her skin crawl. The two kingdoms had been allies for five hundred years. Of course he would attend. And now fate had dragged her straight into his path. “Hey! Stop running, Coen! Cahir!” Jacinta’s sharp voice echoed through the palace corridors as she chased the two little troublemakers darting ahead of her.

But not today. I spun around, violently ripping my dress from her grip as I glared holes straight into her face. "Asteria, I am giving you one final, lethal warning! Keep your filthy hands off my husband, or I swear to God I will completely lose my mind on you!" An ugly, grating laugh escaped her lips, her eyes twisting into something entirely malicious as she reached out to grab my sleeve again. "Oh, please! Fine, I'll openly admit it—I have a massive crush on him. So what are you going to do about it, Kia? Ares France Vuertalejo is a literal god. He is drop-dead gorgeous. Do you honestly think a high-caliber man like him actually wants to stay shackled to a boring loser like you forever? T

At once her mind turned to her best friend, Iris. Kiera's eyes lit up as she came to a conclusion. She decided to seek Iris out and inform her about her situation—although she never planned on divulging the details of her rebirth, merely keeping it strict to her divorcing Nicholas. Iris had not always been keen on her being with Nicholas but being a good friend, she supported Kiera's happiness. Kiera got into her car, determination radiating from her every pore, her eyes sparkling at her new found strength. And when she clenched her hand, she could recall the hotness of her slap.

The kind that comes from somewhere you can’t fix. “He didn’t come,” she whispered. “Dan didn’t come, Kiki.” I froze. “What?” My voice was hollow. “He stayed with her,” she said softly. “He hasn’t left Rita’s side since last night you… since you lost them.” A small, bitter laugh slipped out of me. “Of course he didn’t.” The sound was sharp, cold even I didn’t recognize it. “He always wanted an heir,” I whispered. “And now his precious mate is giving him one. Why would he come to the woman who failed him?”