Katya Miro Novels & Stories

Morrigan started to grind ink for Rita who then started to dip the quill on the ink and write her name repeatedly on the parchment. She guided Rita's hand as she started to scribble on the paper. "Rita, what do you think of you having the whole name of Princess Rita Madrid of Hymir?" Morrigan asked Rita who then looked at her with wide eyes full of curiosity. "Beautiful," the child replied. The queen smiled and looked at her progress. She couldn't help but smile at how great her progress was ever since she started showing signs of recovery. Morrigan caresses Rita's head. "Do you like it?" Rita nodded her head and continues to practice her calligraphy. Morrigan watches her with loving eyes. N

ѕhе breathed, staring dоwn at the mоnѕtеr сосk іn the сlеаr water. “Yоu mаnаgеd thаt better thаn I dіd,” Katia said with a lаugh. “The first time I hеld thаt thing in mу hand I had аn orgasm…a lоud оnе.” “It wouldn’t hаvе bееn ѕо funnу,” Olаv grіnnеd, “іf wе hadn’t been аt уоur ѕіѕtеr’ѕ wеddіng!”

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

He spitefully uttered. K laughed. "Relax," she chuckled, then took a step above Jesse so that they were face-to-face. She lifted her arms and wound them around his shoulders. "Dimitri is the name of Nadia's newest cat." K leaned her face onto his and they kissed on the steps. She pulled away from the kiss abruptly, turning around to continue walking up the stairs, leaving him wanting for more again.

Katrina's expression turned flat, her eyes narrowing slightly as she asked, "What type of being?" I hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge how much information to reveal. I decided to keep it brief, hoping she'd trust me enough to help without prying too deeply. "She's a half-breed, Cryomancer/Witch," I replied, watching as Katrina's face went from curious to cautious. She took a deep breath in, held it for a moment, and then exhaled slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. The silence that followed was oppressive, and I could tell that I wasn't getting the automatic "yes" I'd been hoping for.

The walls were mirrored on every side, so he could watch his own muscles contract and release as he trained. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups when she walked in. She was tall, maybe five-ten, with blonde hair that fell down her back in waves. Her body was curved in all the right places, the kind of body that men spent money to achieve. She wore designer workout clothes that probably cost more than most people's rent. Her name was Katya, and she was one of his regular mistresses. Dimitri continued his pull-ups, not even acknowledging her presence.

He lowered his weapon, barely. Then he opened the door. Katya stepped inside slowly. Her face softened at the sight of me—but there was something else behind her eyes now. Something trained. Calculated. “Hello, Elara,” she said calmly. “You look stronger than when I saw you last.” I swallowed hard. “What is this, Katya? What are you wearing?” “The truth,” she replied. “Something you were never allowed to see.” She walked further in, giving Damian a wary glance.

Just tell him I had to buy something important. Mira took a deep breath and was forced to nod. "Alright then, Katerina, I'll go first. Be careful." "You too Mira." At a distance, Mira turned around once again, hesitating to leave her so she smiled and waved her hand goodbye at her. When Mira disappeared from her sight, she began walking until she reached a mall. Katerina excitedly entered to look for new clothes. She's gonna buy something for her and for Achilles too. While busy looking at brand new shirts, her eyes shifted into the sexy lingeries. A naughty idea came into her mind that made her grin.

Only if Mira can understand she thought. "You know what, I will try and do as you say. He is a guest, I mean he is my guest right? Every guest deserves to be treated nicely." Kitty smiled, then she picked up a meat from the burnt ones "Eeewwwweee bitter" She snaked out her tongue and hurriedly gulp down two glasses of water. "You burnt it." Mira hissed. Suddenly they both heard a knock on the door. And Kitty stood up, arranging her hair and wiping off pieces of burnt meats that rested on the corners of her lips. Then she sucked her lower lips to make it look moisturized a little-her lips were naturally glossy pink lips.

Kat continued. “I have been owned and used all my existence, it is what I am, a servant created to serve higher demons. I am a warrior demon...a foot soldier…except for one subtle difference that puts me apart from the rest of them…” Mikhail was staring unblinking into her eyes. Ruben frowned not liking this connection, not knowing where it was going, but Kat had the floor. Vladimir was also staring at her mesmerized.