Kimberly Winters Novels & Stories

It was Jasmine who heard the whispers first, and with growing concern, she rushed to her mother's room. "Mother, wake up!" Jasmine cried, shaking Elizabeth gently. "You need to hear this." Elizabeth stirred from her sleep, her eyes clouded with drowsiness. "What is it, Jasmine? What's going on?" Jasmine's voice trembled as she tried to convey the shocking news. "Mother, there's been an attack. The rogue werewolves... They've kidnapped Alpha Andrew and Luna Elvie." The words hung in the air, heavy and unbearable. Elizabeth's eyes widened with shock, and her hand flew to her chest, clutching at her nightgown. She felt her legs weaken, and she might have collapsed if not for the swift action of

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

" She said, and everyone began to murmur, shaking their heads. Not far from them, Kimberly walked alone, her arms folded tightly over her chest, trying to block out the sting of the words she was starting to hear. She kept her head down, forcing her feet to keep moving, even as her mind spun with the intensity of what had just happened inside. She hadn’t come to be noticed. But Bryce Harrington had noticed her. And now, everyone else has too. But they weren't wrong about one thing though. Kimberly was once a top model at La Belle Agency. Her face had graced billboards and landed many deals. But she had walked away from it all — for Ryan, her ex.

Kimberly steps closer, her perfume sharp and sugary, suffocating me. She crouches slightly, lowering her voice, as if sharing a sweet secret instead of carving me open right in front of her. " It's poetic, isn't it?" she whispers, eyes glittering with cruel pleasure. "The wolf less sister preparing the future Luna. Helping me slip into the lingerie he'll rip off with his teeth tonight." A soft, broken inhale escapes me before I can stop it and Kimberly's smile widens. She lives for my pain. Relishes it.

“It's her brother!” Amanda was perplexed. “Her brother? How do you know?” Amanda had no clue how her mother knew so much about Elissa or the Waverlys. Kimberly never told Amanda about the dark past or her deeds. “See? He is Jonathan Williams, a reputed designer in B city. Now it all makes sense” Kimberly let out a wicked laugh. Amanda joined too and the two started to dig out information about Jonathan. After she had collected enough information, Kimberly proceeded with her next plan. “The more you rise, the harder it is when you fall.”

Adeena nodded and thanked her. At that moment, Tiffany was stunned. ‘Isn— Isn’t she Mdm. Winters? ‘She went missing four years ago. Mr. Winters almost went mad, trying to find her. Why is she… ‘No, she looks a little different from Mdm. Winter. Her cheekbones look a little different…’ “Enjoy.” Tiffany turned and walked out of the room after she said it. She called out to Jack, who was nearby. “What is going on? Why is Ms. Willis…?”

I sign, then realize the futility and pull out my phone to type instead. Before Raymond can answer, a voice cuts through the morning air—high-pitched, saccharine, and instantly recognizable. "Good morning, everyone!" No. Please, no. I turn slowly, already knowing what I'll see. Kimberly sashays toward us, her blonde hair perfectly curled despite the early hour, wearing skin-tight leggings and a crop top that shows more skin than is practical for a tracking mission. Her lips curve into that practiced smile, the one that never reaches her eyes.

"You lucky girl. He's Matthew's age, isn't he?" "I don... I guess. Why?" "Oh, nothing. Only here I am, wasting my time with the boys while you're not even a week in town, and you've scored a date with a hot 20-something-year-old." "How's this one?" Kimberly asked, walking out of the fitting room clad in a black minidress. It was up to specification: short, tight, with a cleavage so deep she felt bare-breasted. "Fuck, so hot..." Amber murmured, her eyes billowing out. She rose from her chair and rounded Kimberly, looking her over from all angles. "Wow, you've got an amazing bod, Kim."

Hayley and Kimberly arrived at the program center nearly half an hour later. Along the way, they had engaged in conversation and gotten to know one another, leading Hayley to quickly find Kimberly appealing. She thought Kimberly was intriguing and seemed quite different from Clara, especially given her openness during their chat. Hayley also learned that Kimberly was her designated agent for the program, meaning they would be spending a significant amount of time together throughout her stay. This prospect thrilled Hayley, who eagerly anticipated forming a strong friendship with Kimberly, whom she found genuinely nice. Little did she realize what awaits ahead.

Mark asks Marcella and Wesley. They shake their heads as Kimberly comes from behind the tree. She is a Himalayan wolf, with a sleek body and thick fur. Her face is perfectly sympathetic and her eyes glow blue. “Wow!” Wesley says. “Everyone, this is Kimberly,” Trent smiles. Mark, Trent, Wesley and I drop out shorts and shift. Mark is a brown Beta wolf. Trent is the smallest of the males but bigger than Kimberly. Aires and Dexter stand shoulder to shoulder, both Black. Dexter has brown eyes, Aries and Fran have green glowing eyes.