Katya Miro Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

” Katya again responds catatonically. Katya is one of the girls that came in with the shipment of other girls. They were from another pack far away from here. Most of these girls looked broken beyond repair but all were beautiful women and girls. Katya was about 5 foot 3 with silvery blond hair and a very fine complexion. The one time I had actually seen her eyes were as blue as the sea. But lacked any life. When the girls came in, they were dirty with many of their silver blond hair matted to their head and as brown as dirt. One of the other girls stated that they were not permitted showers or baths. Our girls were only permitted to bathe on days they were on duty. In which case they bathed

“Now, show me what that mouth of yours can do.” Aidan hesitated for a moment, then leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against her shoulder. The softness of her skin sent a shiver through him. His hands moved almost on their own, reaching for the sash tied around her waist. With a gentle tug, the silky fabric came loose, and her robe slid from her body, pooling around her bare feet in a crimson circle. Katya stood tall and proud, her completely exposed form radiating confidence and allure. She placed a hand lightly on Aidan’s shoulder, her lips parting in a teasing smile. “Remember, Giovanni,” she whispered. “I want a good, old-fashioned fuck.”

“And what kind of fun would that be?” “The kind we both enjoy.” Lady Katya pressed her chest hard against Mykhol’s arm. Her top three buttons had come undone at some unknown time to show the dividing line of her chest. Mykhol could see under her slip to find two pink stubs. They were hard and ready. She’s good. Lady Katya was no amateur. And it would be a lie to say he didn’t feel curious. But then Mykhol remembered. “Lady Katya,” Mykhol uncoiled her arms to plant a farewell kiss on her hand.

Then, a sound like a strangled laugh came from across the table. Katya Ravenshadow, the deadly second-in-command of the panther shifters, shook her head. "God, the theater of it all is almost impressive," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. The room tensed. Alpha Derek’s gaze turned sharp as he looked at her with an arched brow. “And what exactly do you mean by that, Katya?” Kiernan immediately grabbed Katya's wrist, trying to silence her. "Katya, don't—"

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.

she says with a chuckle and I smirk. Ghost or Katarina Valentino. She is the wife of the mafia Don Salvadore Valentino. She has a daughter who is two years old called Alessa. She retired but does the occasional jobs for Alina. “Very good odds. Thanks Ghost. Keep me updated.” I say and cut the comms link. I lean back and just watch as Katya watches me. I know this woman has endured a lot. I know she can recognise the same pain in me. “How long?” She asks me, and I look at her in question.

Who am I fooling? Okay, I was more than curious, and I thought this was way better than going out on a date that only gave me false hope. I quickly signed up with a new username. Then I hit the preview of the Nutella girl. Nutella girl? That's cute. Sindy Kate. I read it aloud, making me laugh like a twit. It sounded like the word syndicate. Then there she was, live in the flesh. She had a slim figure, almost skinny, but her arms were toned though. Her round face had a little hint of makeup, not too much—that was what I liked in a woman. Her full lips painted with glossy pink.

she said, her tone quickly lightening again, “that brings me back to my original question—what are you wearing?” I blinked, suddenly feeling a little awkward. “Uh… I only brought one dress from River Moon. It’s simple, nothing fancy.” Mira made a face like I’d just said I was planning to wear a sack. “Katrina! You’re the mate of Alpha Liam. You can’t wear something simple!” she whisper yelled. I laughed nervously. “What does that have to do with anything?” Mira was younger than me but she was scolding me like a mother hen.

"This is Talia." Katya gave Talia a friendly smile while waiting to hear their orders. Katya's hair was raised in a messy bun at the top of her head and several curly strands framed her perfect face and reached her shoulders. Talia thought that Katya looked like an exotic beauty with her sun-kissed skin, mesmerizing eyes, and full lips. She was leaning over the counter of the bar so that they can hear each other with the blaring music going on, but that also gave Talia a marvelous view of the cleavage Katya's ample peeks formed, and there was a nametag that said 'Katya'.