Novelas y relatos de Kimberly Winters

Her bottom lip twitched, just a tiny fraction of a millimetre, before she locked it back down into a cold, emotionless mask. Before Penelope could answer, Zaria stepped forward, her voice dropping into a dangerous, low register. “Kimberly, remember when you confessed to Julian three years ago? And when he rejected you, you ran off to a clinic and got your face carved up. What? Could he not stand the sight of you?” Kimberly let out a high-pitched shriek. It was the sound of a cornered animal. “You are lying! You are both ugly!” Kimberly’s arm snapped backward. Her knuckles went white around the glass.

“What is?” Victoria gestured vaguely toward the Winters family. “You people.” “That narrows it down.” “The whole winter immunity thing,” she continued. “Meanwhile, Silas and I are over here pretending we’re not freezing to death while the rest of you apparently belong in snowstorms.” Silas, sitting near the cave entrance after shifting back, looked entirely unimpressed. “You complain when it’s warm too.” “That is unrelated.” Calix crossed his arms loosely. “You were complaining before we even left.”

"Wedding anniversary? Only people with too much time on their hands like you celebrate those occasions. We're here trying to change the world. As if I would have the time to play house with you!" From behind us came a whistle from Alexis. "Tony, stop wasting your breath on her. My code isn't running properly. Quickly come over and help me take a look, will you?" Her voice was coy and sweet, not at all like the usual boyish image she portrayed. Immediately, a gentle expression took over Anthony's face, and he turned to call back to Alexis. "Coming." To me, he said, "Kimberly, take a cab home yourself. You're an adult, so stop making me worry about you all the time."

Vaelor's POV Kimberly had this fire in her eyes I hadn't seen for a long time, it was the same spark that she had whenever people underestimated her ability to become a doctor. She would rightfully get so upset when some close-minded pack members would mumble from the corner of their mouth about her just learning about the kitchen and taking care of the kids instead of troubling her mind with 'doctor stuff' "I'll prove them wrong..." she would say from time to time then bites down on her bottom lip determination ringing in her eyes, "I'll prove them all wrong."

It is a trading company. Today I have the Winter. co and several affiliated companies all over the country. Several properties and factories, hotels, and stores. And the best part is no one can find out it’s me who owns them. The companies are owned by Kian and Alex Winter, but because they are minors I am their Guardian, but there is no trace of me when anyone looking into the company. I am simply an employee from the outside. My most trusted employees and my lawyers know of course how it is.

I greeted him as the girls smiled at me which I gladly returned back. "This is Myra and she's from India." He introduced me first. "She is Makena Kendi, she's from Africa." He said "And she is Park Ji-hyun, she's from South Korea." He said "Nice to meet you." We said to each other and shook her hands. "They're going to work with you on your next photoshoot." He said as I smiled widely at them. "It'll be nice working with you guys." I said and they smiled back.

From the shadows of the hallway outside, the faintest whisper: “She belongs to me…” Lyra’s blood ran cold. The voice was familiar, yet twisted, full of hunger. The Winter Wraith had infiltrated the castle again, silent, patient. Rylan’s gold eyes flared. “Get ready,” he growled. “It’s here. And this time… it’s not alone.” Lyra pressed herself to him, heart hammering. The bond pulsed violently, white-gold arcs of light flickering across her skin. Kade’s shadow appeared at the doorway, a smirk playing at his lips, dark and dangerous. “You think you can protect her?” he whispered. “You have no idea what’s coming. And neither of you will survive what I have planned.”

“I’ll go freshen up then...” As she dragged her feet out of the room, Finnick ran both hands through his hair, letting out a long, heavy exhale. ‘Why on earth am I still keeping her under my roof? She shouldn’t even be here in the first place.’ After showering and doing her hair, Kimberly stood before the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection with an unbashful grin. “What a stunning girl you are, Kimberly,” she whispered proudly to herself. She was dressed in a cropped knit sweater featuring wide brown and cream stripes over a structured white-collared long-sleeve shirt.

Kimber didn’t consider herself a coward, but that was one question she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to. Kimber, wearing a wig of dark brown hair in a swinging bob and casual, conservative clothes that made her look as if she’d just stepped out of a Lands’ End catalog, wended her way into the hospital with Morgan beside her. Jack and Deke trailed, low-key in shades, but still looking mean enough to remove the limbs of anyone who screwed with her.

“You’ll know if I’m successful if you don’t hear anything.” “Thank you, Hugo,” I say. “Sir,” Kimberly says. She glances at me as we turn toward the door to leave. Kimberly overheard Hugo speak about his connections as clearly as I did. She said she’s been in the business for a long time. Does that mean that she knows about the Whisperers? Does she have her own reasons to keep quiet about their existence? We step outside the door and close it behind us. “Kimberly…” I prepare to ask.