Katie O'mara Novels & Stories

I take deep breaths while I loosen my tie and open some of my shirt’s buttons. What is it Dakota? Will you tell me now? I ask him. Impatience surfaces on my skin. She is here. I can sense her. I want to feel her. I want to touch her. I want- Her? Who are you talking about? Our mate, Ryan. Our precious mate. Mate?

“What do you think, red?” She smiles sweetly. “I think you’re biased, Your Highness.” “Absolutely.” Suddenly, a scoff cuts through the moment. “Katie, my love! Let’s see yours.” Damian’s voice comes through, sharp as broken glass. Kira doesn’t even flinch. But I can feel the tension rolling off Damian like a storm about to break. Katie walks out in a red jumpsuit that probably cost a fortune but somehow looks cheap on her. She glances at Damian, waiting for approval like a child seeking praise.

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.

She is so beautiful that you could easily mistake her for some glamorous model or fabulous actress. I smile at the thought, because that could not be further from her personality. Katie is a down home country girl, through and through. She is only happy when she is ankle deep in mud with one of her many animals. She does not dream of fame and fortune; her only dream is to become a vet, marry her long-time boyfriend Eric and live on a farm, raising a half dozen little rugrats.

Elora was a spiritual junkie just like Katie was a physical junkie or instead of the word junkie, I would say warrior. Elora was just as passionate as Katie was at her age but since she didn’t like violence or enjoy training on the field, she was always found with the white wolves and seen training with Tamia, Lori, and Susanna. And yes, she was a replica of me… How I loved that. I pulled myself together before I could get lost in sweet memories and said to Kyle, “Where is Katie? I haven’t seen her and your dad and it’s time for physical training.”

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

“Good to meet you, Timothy. Sarah’s told me a little about you. But let’s not leave your mother standing all on her own?” All three of us turn at that, Katie skipping lightly down the steps to have her turn at pulling me in for a hug. I wrap my arms around her and sag into her arms. It’s good to be home. “I mustn’t monopolise you,” I tell her, letting my arms fall and turning within her embrace. “Katie, this is Aiden. Aiden, this is my mother Katie.” I wonder what he sees when he looks at her; I’m sensing a good deal of surprise from him. Trying to imagine Katie through his eyes, I suppose there is a reason to be startled. She doesn’t look like someone’s mother. Her waist-length straight hai

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

Who the hell was Oscar, and why would he be calling Katie if he couldn’t get in touch with Trent? Frowning, I move forward and wrap an arm around his, then press my body against his. “Trent,” I say sweetly, drawing his gaze to me. “Who is this Oscar?” “He’s the owner of this club.” Katie explains before Trent can. “And a client of mine. You see, I helped decorate this place, so we’re pretty close.” “Is that so?” “It is,” she agrees. “He also knows about mine and Trent’s connection. I’m certain that is the only reason he called me. I hope you aren’t too mad.”

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.