Katseye Members Nationality Novels & Stories

They’re not exactly trying to keep their voices down. "Are you trying to get yourself kicked out?" KC’s voice is angry but controlled. "We’re not starting an internal fight in the pack." "She’s not even a real member," Clay yells. "She doesn’t have the tattoo." "Neither do I," Hope interjects. "So does that mean you don’t see me as a member either?" "You’re not even sixteen. You’re not a member; you’re a child," Clay’s voice is harsh. "You’re only here because you’re Kattie’s sister. That’s all you’re good for."

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.

Control without cruelty. Power that didn’t need to shout. "Who’s the woman by the windows?" I asked into the link, keeping my face pleasantly vacant. There was a fractional pause. That alone told me everything. "Interesting you noticed her." Kieran replied carefully. "Katarina Weiss." Damon added. "Swiss industrial bloc. Private security. Energy logistics. Neutral - officially." "Unofficially?" I prompted. Cameron answered this time. "She lost three subsidiaries to Blackridge last year. Clean acquisitions. No public fight."

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

What was going through his mind? “Are those the other two?” I asked Kasey, taking a drink to settle my nerves. She looked where I was watching and nodded. “The dark guy behind him is Beau, and the blond is Teague.” “Are they as bad as Keane?” “Depends on the day,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to tangle with any of them on a bad day.” “So, what’s wrong with them?” I asked, and Kasey shrugged.

she said, clenching her teeth looking at everyone. She walked towards a tall black-haired guy which had brown eyes, "Ketzia, are you sure that's what you saw?" he asked seriously as if I was delusional. I nodded and he looked at a blonde-haired girl with light blue eyes, "You were right, we need to get Kye." he said looking at her. "Kye? Kye Breck? Does he live here?" I asked looking at everyone. A light brown-haired guy got up walking towards me, "How do you know Kye?" he said, studying me.

Nothing gets to Sarah without Jess's approval, nothing. Kate on the other hand is an army brat, the daughter of an army general, her family traveled a lot never really settling anywhere. She was 5ft5 with blonde hair, light skin, and blue innocent doe eyes that sucked guys in, she also had the reddest lips that had this natural bitten look. She was the baby of the group even though all the girls were practically the same age.

I answered reluctantly, grinning. Kat stared at me for a moment before she burst into a laugh and threw her head back. Her straight, shiny, and raven black hair swayed gracefully. I was so jealous of her hair and fair freckled-free skin. Her mom was a Filipina and her dad was a Korean, but they were American citizens now. Kat was a nurse in our local hospital for three years. “So, is he a hotsome?” Her dark brow raised, still smiling. I chuckled and shrugged, then her mouth gaped open and raised her hand to stop me from saying. “I’ve never seen that look before. He’s that hot, huh?”