Kimberly Winters Novels & Stories

She was determined to ruin Quinn’s reputation. After getting the pictures she wanted, she didn’t dare follow them any further. Quinn was someone not to be messed with. She could go crazy at any moment. And when she did, she was terrifying. Kimberly didn’t want to suffer. She headed to Four Seasons Incorporated to find Araminta but instead saw Xavier waiting outside. Knowing that Xavier was a difficult man, she still couldn’t resist approaching him. "Are you here for Quinn?" Kimberly knocked on the car window to get Xavier’s attention.

"What's crazy is how well Winter handled herself. I mean, dragging Braxton out of that freezing water? She's impressive, man." Winter. Just thinking about her sent warmth rippling through the cold I felt. "You know," I said, uncrossing my arms, "I overheard Braxton talking about her just the other day. He wouldn't shut up about how she's a fantastic swimmer. She broke the ten-minute record in that underground pool in front of half the young warriors." "Really?" Preston sounded genuinely impressed. "That's quite the feat for someone so slight." "Yeah, exactly," I nodded, the casual admiration in my tone revealing how much she had already fascinated me.

Kimberly began to walk towards Ruby and she began to hear the people mumbled unpleasant words like; "Why wasn't she called according to the number? She must be Landon Hernandez's slut." "Can't you see how she is dressed? She must have seduced Landon before coming." She ignored them and kept walking to Ruby. Though her legs were shivering as she did, she made sure she didn't fall in front of the lunatics spitting out nonsense. "I am Kimberly Johnson." She said politely. She could the gaze of everyone right on her as she stood in front of Ruby.

The battlefield, already torn apart by the collision of elemental and arctic magic, had fallen into a strained, trembling silence. Smoke curled upward from shattered earth. Snowflakes, formed from Hyna’s icy aura, drifted down only to melt on the boiling ground created by Kimberly’s fire. Kimberly, glowing in all five elements, stood firm despite the exhaustion trembling in her limbs. The witches behind her were panting, barely standing, using whatever remained of their magic to keep her protected. Gabriel stayed behind the protective line, his eyes locked on his mate with a mixture of pride, fear, and awe.

Mirabel also stood back to see who the woman was. But Kimberly walked in and removed her glasses. She scanned the office, looking at it before resting her eyes on Rodrigo. When she saw him, she knew he was the one she had come to see. This was the face she saw in the picture that day. She traced him by his name and knew he was the one who made Camilla a criminal. "Hello" Rodrigo said, having hopes that he would hear Camilla's message from her but the woman looked weird with her behaviour. "Forgive my manners. My name is Kimberly, an ex convict and co inmate with Camilla Dickson. Anyways, I had been freed before the news of Camilla's sudden disappearance.

she pointed at a specific shoot, the tallest one, the first one, "is already Gerald Junior." "Gerald Junior," Ethan repeated. "After Gerald," Lily explained, in case this was unclear. "I understood the reference," Ethan said. "And this one…" she pointed to the second shoot, "is Steven Two, because of Steven the worm. Because they're friends." I looked at Ethan. "And this one," Lily continued, pointing to the third shoot, the smallest, the one that had come up last and was still finding its height, "is Maya." I stopped moving. "Because," Lily said,, "it was the last one to come and it's going to be the tallest. Ms. Park looked it up, late ones are always the tallest."

She then looked out to the garden and smiled, “He is looking great. A handsome boy he is. Just like his father.” I chuckled and emptied the content of my glass. Kimberly Winters was my business partner and someone I trust my secrets with. I would call her my close friend, nothing more than that. But at times, I sensed she wanted more than just being friends. “So, your fiancée is not here with you? Strange.” “Kimberly, don’t start that conversation. I don’t want to think about her at this fine moment.” “Duly noted.” She winked to answer.

She grabbed a glass of wine from a passing servant—snatched it, really, without even a thank you—and drained half of it in one gulp. “Kimberley!” Mother hissed, appearing at her elbow. “Slower. You’re supposed to sip.” “I’m thirsty,” Kimberley said petulantly. She finished the glass and grabbed another one. She approached another group. This one included Luna Margaret, an older woman known for her sharp intelligence and sharper tongue. “Luna Margaret!” Kimberley practically shouted. “How wonderful to see you! Have you lost weight? You look positively gaunt.” Luna Margaret’s expression went ice cold. “I beg your pardon?”

"When I had a high fever and passed out, the only thing you cared about was whether I could appear in public and issue a statement. The best three years of my life were spent cleaning up after you—" Before I could finish, Kimberly broke in with a sob. She shook her head and stumbled backward, tears streaming down her face. "Forget it, Jas. Forget it." Her voice cracked. "Who am I, really? I should have understood long ago…" She turned suddenly and ran toward the open balcony. "Kimmy!" Jasper's face drained of color.

And as the attendant comes around with trays of citrus water and honey masks, I can’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, I’ve stumbled into exactly the kind of chapter I didn’t know I needed, one written in laughter, steam, and the quiet promise of renewal. By the time the attendant rolls in a cart of champagne flutes and bowls of fruit, the air has shifted, looser, warmer, intimate in a way that makes you forget you only met these women an hour ago. Bubbles fizz softly as Kimberly pops the bottle herself, ignoring the attendant’s attempt to assist. “Oh, please,” she says with a grin. “I’ve been opening bottles since I was sixteen. There’s an art to it, a feminine art.” The cork pops, a c