Novel & Cerita Katniss Gale

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

Well, she looked so rich and her beauty made jealousy build up in me. She pulled Kaiden into a hug and he returned it. Ew, couldn't they mind my presence? Who the hell was this babe? They pulled apart from the hug then she tucked to the back of her ear,I therands of hair that hung loosely. "Hi, I'm Stacy." She extended her hands towards me for a handshake. Why did her name sound so familiar? I tried my best to smile then accepted the handshake. "I'm Kealey Coleman, Kaiden's wife." I made sure to emphasize on that.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

I said. “Please call me Gale, and this way please, your highness,” he said as he showed me the way. — It has been 5 minutes and we are now on our way to the training grounds. “Who are you?” The woman in front of us said. She has red hair and purple eyes. It's obvious that she would ask me because I changed my appearance to black hair and brown eyes. “Greetings to the Duchess of the Northern territory, may the Guardians of the North Bless you,” I greeted her as I curtsied.

The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly. And for some goddamn reason, Kane liked hearing her talk. Which was new. He pulled off his hoodie, leaving him in his fitted white t-shirt. He heard her inhale sharply, her green eyes flickering to his exposed arms, where ink covered his skin. The dim lighting in the car made her red hair shine. He smirked as he started the car. "So, uhmm..." she cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. "How old are you?" Kane kept his eyes on the road. "Twenty-nine. You?"