Katie Bryce Novels & Stories

There’s a sleek briefcase in her left hand and a flash drive between two fingers in her right. Never a good sign. “Got five minutes?” she says, breezing into my office like she owns the place. “For you?” I stand and gesture toward the chair. “Always.” Bryce has been one of VT’s highest-profile clients for two years. She runs a luxury beauty brand that started as YouTube tutorials and now brings in eight figures annually. She’s blunt, brilliant, and has the reputation of making grown men cry in marketing meetings. I respect the hell out of her.

And though he said nothing, his stare lingered a beat too long, like he was memorizing the gesture just to hate it more later. Brittany shifted uncomfortably. She didn’t understand a word of what was happening, and worse, she knew it. At one point, Kracus turned to her suddenly. "And you. What do you do?" Brittany blinked. "I’m an influencer." Silence. Kracus sipped his vodka. "Influence what?" "I, um, create lifestyle content. Fashion. Beauty. Travel." "Ah." He nodded, slow and cold. "You sell mirrors."

I nod and say, “We can take you back to our camp. You can trust us. We’re looking for more girls like you.” Kate says, “He’s right. What’s your name?” “Brittney.” I say, “Well, hi Brittney. We’re here to save you.” The trip back to camp is quick. We run through the woods with Brittney clinging onto my fur. She’s small, and her fingers slip occasionally as she tries to hold on. When we get back to camp, Killi and Harrison are already standing by the bonfire. Kate is the first to transform. “We found someone!”

But, the goal was to get to at least two weeks before my due date. "Kyle wants to bring Brittany to the baby shower if that is okay with you." He looked up at me, waiting for my response. I rolled my eyes again, looking down. Kyle had found a new mate a few months after losing Maizy. Her name was Brittany and she was a fresh 21 year old blonde that was a Bloodsun member. Her Father was in law enforcement and her Mother owned a salon in town. She was tall and skinny, her hair was shoulder length and she was naturally pretty. She was nice enough, but there was just something I didn't like about her. Maybe she was trying to hard to be friends with me since I was the Luna of the pack, or maybe i

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

“Anthony, or Tony, and Katie are my parents. Adoptive parents. Tony’s got a screaming temper. Don’t mind it. He was injured in a riding accident and permanently damaged his spine, and now he can’t walk properly and he’s in pain the whole time because he has a bad reaction to most painkillers. Don’t pity him. He’ll never forgive you for it. “Katie’s lovely. Tony adores her. She’s kind, and calm, possibly the joint most competitive person on the whole planet along with Tony and Timothy, and can bowl a cricket ball at over ninety miles an hour. She’s really good at putting guys in their place when they get too lad-ish or entitled-white-guy-ish. Don’t you worry about that. You’re modest, she’ll

Catherine asked with a monotone voice. “Didn’t you hear, Mr. Hernandez? The partner does not have to be a guy.” Brittany said with a gesture. “What’s on your mind then.” Catherine was uninterested but she must go with the flow as she does not have any other choice. “Of course, our specialty. Ballet.” Brittany exclaimed in excitement and Catherine felt like her world had been destroyed. Catherine blinked twice and asked again, “What?” “Ballet.” Brittany said with so much happiness. She was all giddy but Catherine was not.

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

Bryce discovers his sexy stepmom is also a slut-wife. Enjoy.. ******* [All characters are 18-years or older.] (Part-1) Nineteen-year-old Bryce had no illusions about why his stepdad had married Brenda a year after his real mom had died in a car crash caused by a drunk driver. Brenda was beautiful, had a trim, athletic body with medium-sized natural tits, flat abs, and a gorgeous round ass. She was also sweet, funny, surprisingly intelligent, and at thirty-three was almost twenty years younger than the man who had helped to raise him after he and his mother had married ten years earlier. Brenda also fucked like a rabbit.

“How would you like your hair? I can do braids. I can braid it into a style, so you don’t have to do it anytime soon.” “That would be great.” It doesn’t slip by me that Kimber has changed the subject. It makes me more curious about Bryce’s wife. Maybe Kimber doesn’t want to talk about her because she hates that she left her brother. It’s none of my business, but I get a strange feeling about the situation. Bryce I finish my last consult and make my way to my office. I pass by Karen’s desk before entering my office. “There’s a surprise waiting for you in your office.”