Novel & Cerita Katniss Cato

So this was the person who'd been making my Luna's life hell. I was three feet away when I spoke. "Hands where I can see them." The figure jumped, spinning around in the chair, and the hood fell back. My wolf surged forward in recognition even as my brain struggled to process what I was seeing. Celeste Morrison. Katy's cousin. The woman who'd drugged her, conspired against her, and spent months in custody. "Viktor," she said, and I hated that she knew my name. I hated the way she was already calculating and already planning her next move.

I point out and she shrugs. “Nobody knows anyone really,” She replies pensively as she continues her smoke. “Lilliana. I am Domenico’s sister-in-law.” The name is foreign to me. Everything is foreign to me. “And you are Bria, the new member of the Cattaneo family.” The way she says it strips me once more of my identity. The use of the word new is not lost to me. I have proved no worth. “Bria Cattaneo, bride to Nico. Has a nice ring to it. It’ll look pretty on a headstone.” The stone steps beneath me suddenly feel much colder.

There was uncertainty in her eyes, something fragile, but she did not move away. She nodded. That was enough. For now. "You're mine too... you understand that, right?" she replied softly, her voice deeper than before, mimicking his . Kane let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, princess. I'm yours too." ⸻ The city streets were still damp from the storm the night before, the air cool and clean. Kane's black Aston Martin rolled to a smooth stop in front of Mona's apartment building. She played with the hem of his t shirt before turning toward him.

"I don't want to hear you tell me you're sorry, after all, you haven't erred against me. I have nothing against you, Luna Annalisa, and I believe I'm doing my job as your trainer. I don't need to laugh with you or anything-" "Katniss!" a deep voice called out from my left, interrupting her words. Without even turning, I immediately recognized it as belonging to Canary. She strode forward, positioning herself between Katniss and me, her usual boring brown eyes held a piercing stare. "I do not know what is happening here, but Katniss, you have no right to speak to your Luna in such a manner."

After a few minutes, she stirred and Ceaser quickly ran to her, he ran his hand through her hair and gradually began to stroke it. "My kitten," he smiled, running a hand across her cheeks. "How do you feel?" Aria slowly raised her face towards him, crying. Her eyes had changed colour, and were now deep red. Evil, malevolence, anger and vengeance was all I could see inside those eyes. Caesar continued. "Are you ready to pay them back for what they did to you?" He asked her, and just as I had expected, she nodded, hypnotised. "Very well, my little kitten." He continued to stroke her hair and then kissed her forehead before he handed her the knife. Then he instructed her.

**POV Cassandra** I remember waking up this morning, exhausted after spending the last four days by Luna Katy’s side. She was meticulous with the details — and when I made mistakes, her punishment was to lock me in a dark room, leaving me alone for hours, as if I were a child in time-out. But strangely, she never raised her voice at me. Despite the exhaustion and strictness, Katy maintained an air of kindness... Yet, deep down, I sensed something was wrong. She was too curious, always trying to pry into my past, as if she were suspicious or expecting to uncover some hidden truth.

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.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

As Joe got closer to Katrina, she tried to bargain with him but he was focused on carrying out James orders. Jame’s mobile phone rang immediately and he went outside to pick it up. This left Katrina with the choice of trying to convince Joe, after her thorough observation that he wasn't as smart as James As he started to pull open her top, he couldn't take his eyes off how sexy her body was. He “I'd let you hit if you agree to let me go” Katrina quickly said, noticing how much he was interested in her body. The man didn't hesitate to accept… He tried to lay her down but she protested. “My hands, please untie them, they're uncomfortable,” she said. “I can't perform well of they're chained” sh

Josh said. “But it seems like Charlotte’s parents aren’t affected at all, and ironically, they’re very close to Keanu! There’s no way they don’t know who Keanu is, right?!” Jarvey spoke, holding back a surge of frustration. Josh shifted in his seat, handing Jarvey the glass of unsweetened avocado juice to help him calm down. “You need to understand that Catherine is like a camel in the desert. She will carry Charlotte on her back but embrace Keanu, who is like a cactus.”