Kitty Katswell Novels & Stories

the Fox whispered thoughtfully, turning to the window. Arriving at the hospital, we quickly found Kitty and the Bear in the corridor near Christina's room. “Welcome back,” Kisa greeted us. In casual clothes, she looked more like a high school teacher. A pencil skirt, a blouse with an indecent neckline, a jacket. Her hair is pulled back into a bun at the back of her head. Glasses on the tip of the nose in a thick frame. And regular glasses, not sunglasses. Why are they to her, for the image or what? But I couldn't ask. The door to the ward opened abruptly and Chris stepped out, clearly out of sorts.

"Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people." "What do we talk about?" "Work." She groaned. "This isn't going to work. Fuck. Just act like you hate everything and everybody is beneath you." "Very helpful." I chuckled. "I'm way more freaked out than I was before this call." "You're freaked out? I've kn

Kat clears her throat as she stares at the Hawkins mansion in front of her. Vincent Hawkins’ invitation was hard to refuse but she’s also tempted to know what he’s planning. She stares at her watch to see the time. It’s nearly 7 PM and dinner is about to begin. She steps forward to introduce herself to the guard. “I’m Katerina Wallis,” she states. “I think Mr. Hawkins is expecting me.” The guard gives her a strange look before checking a monitor.

School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?”

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

When Katherine woke up she was surrounded by the people she had come to know Over the last few days people she had come to consider her friends: Giselle, her teacher, mentor, friend; Sofia, the sister Katherine had always longed for but never had in Melody; Ray Stalls and Tracy Adams, the Couple who couldn't stop fighting... or stay away from each other either; Moonbeam, a vegetarian, earth-loving girl whose voice was always soft and kind, never a harsh word escaping her lips, and her boyfriend who was the complete opposite, Jamie Madison.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Stryker, seeming annoyed. "H-hi, I am, no, My name is Bobby, I am from the uhm, ID." A boy who looked 15, brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'0, wearing spectacles and a white lab coat. "Kelly Crawford, 2 years ATD, a year AD." Kelly has always been straightforward and to the point. "Hi, I'm Katarina Clyde, I was an ATD agent for a year and a half, and have been serving as an SD agent for a year."

I guess the apples were ok after all. I notice that Kitty’s wearing nothing but slippers and a very flimsy wine red silk dressing gown, almost perfectly matching the roses curling behind her. It clings provocatively to every curve, showing off her supermodel figure in a way that normal clothes just can’t. I look self consciously down at my own outfit – denim shorts, sandals and a plain white cami. “Anyway, I told Jade I’d go out with him, but only if it’s a double date,” Kitty says, in-between munching delicately on the apple. “He seems decent enough, but still, a girl’s got to be careful.”

I could not even pretend to not know anything about Rated R, she caught me off guard and pretending would make me look foolish. “How did you know?” She gave me a sly grin, “Why don't we introduce ourselves to each other?” My brows draw together in confusion. What was wrong with this girl? “The name is Jessica Kurt. If you were slightly more observant, you would know me as Kitty Jam.” It was my turn to raise my brows in question. And then it slowly dawns on me. Models from the nude art house all go by aliases, that was how she knew me. Of course. I never imagined that another one of us might be schooling here.