Katie Forester Novels & Stories

That accounted not only for her looks, but also for the almost imperceptible foreign accent that lent such bewitching enchantment to her slightly high pitched voice. "Is she the one you talked about?" Linda asked, her eyes settling on her. "Yes. This is Katherine Cooper, my coworker…. Katie, meet Linda Vogue, founder of Royauté worldwide." Katie dutifully extended a civil hand. "Hello." Linda said in a honeyed voice with as much politeness as was needed, her delicate well manicured hand meeting with hers briefly. "Like I said before, we're going to a very important business event sooner than later, and I want you to work your magic over us with the little time we've got left to get ready."

Seeing how calm she was, Doris hurriedly lifted her shirt and her red panties were visible. “What are you waiting for?” Katie's voice woke him back to reality. Only staring at her panties, drove him crazy. He already knew Katie to be a bad girl. The only thing was, he had been patiently waiting for his turn. He knew Katie's dark side. Though she always looked innocent and shy, her dark side was the total opposite. Doris always saw an innocent girl until he saw her in a club one night as one of the stripper. She danced and whined so perfectly. It was an expert style and when she saw him, her mouth dropped. It has been their little secret. Doris always used it against her and had touched her b

The door opened and she saw Arthur and Snow waiting for her. “This is unusual. Are you here to meet me?” Katie was a member of the Viper’s Den and also the owner of the building, hence her tone. “Have a seat. There’s something that we must talk to you about,” Snow said, hinting at the obvious. Katie felt strange but she sat down nevertheless. She then asked Joey for a cup of coffee. “Ms. Frost, I see your business has been flourishing recently. Is this business related?” Katie asked as she sipped on her coffee, looking elegant and relaxed.

She wouldn’t let someone like Derek destroy it all. “You can’t let him win,” she said, her voice steely with resolve. “We’ll fight back. We’ll expose him for who he really is.” Ethan’s lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. “I like the way you think.” That afternoon, they met with the team, Jake, their trusted private investigator, and a few of Ethan’s other associates. Together, they discussed their next move, knowing that Derek would only get bolder as the days passed. Time was running out.

No major swelling or bruising around it, he was relieved to see. “Hi, Mia.” “Hi, Nick.” She forced herself to meet that steel-gray gaze. “This is Katie Lloyd. Katie, Nick Spencer.” Nick shook Katie’s hand, and tried to hide his surprise at her appearance. He knew, of course, that she was a photographer and so she was what his father so dismissively called “artsy”. He’d been sort of expecting a hippie to show up, someone in flowing pastel skirts with wooden beads and wearing a wooly beret.

“Yes. And you are…?” Selena looked at Katie with a beam. This was a bright aura. She stared blankly at the girl’s beauty, almost to the point she almost lost her face. Fortunately, the miserable boy next to her woke up from that dream, hurriedly patted her on the shoulder, and woke her up. “I am Katie Gomez, a fourth-year student in the Information Technology department.” Selena rolled her eyes, then smiled again, "What a coincidence! I'm also a senior in the Faculty of Information Technology."

She looked very much like Jennifer Connelly, with the way her eyebrows framed her kind, delicate eyes. She and K had some resemblance, too. They were both stunningly beautiful, with slim physique, the right combination of sharp and soft features on their faces, and they were of the same height, too. The only difference was, K was more exotic, which was probably something she got from her nonexistent father. "Come on in now, kids," Laura ushered them in, literally dragging both K and Jesse to the steps of the patio. "Get in and get warm, real quick." She demanded.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

said Josh snapping his fingers as if it were some incredible idea “It's her favorite color, and comb your hair sideways so it falls over your eyes... that will make her throw herself in your arms.” “What? I won't do any of that!” I said incredulously, "It's stupid!" "And shine your shoes well," Kailani continued, "But they have to be black, otherwise she'll think she's with a boy and not with a man, and if they're made of leather, the better." “Do you really think I brought elegant leather shoes to the beach?” I asked mockingly. "And she loves Latin music, if you talk about it, you won't last long at the party," the receptionist said as if I hadn't spoken.

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.