Madison Kate Series Novels & Stories

I arranged an ambulance and showed concern about his condition, but deep down, I was proud of my mate. She came up with a better idea to teach that bastard a lesson. Now, Jace was in the operation theater, surgeons fixing the damage efficiently. But there wasn’t a chance in hell he would regain his functioning organs back. After all, Jace was in my territory. A cold smile touched my lips as I glanced at Dr. Karev. “Kate is a Luna, the shadow of the moon goddess. Of course, she knows better.” Then I asked the question that was bothering me.

When I reached her room, I pushed the door open with my foot and stepped inside. Dark. Empty. My jaw tightened. Yssa wasn’t there. That confirmed it. She was out. Stuck somewhere in that storm. And Kate knew. Which meant everything she said earlier… The hesitation. The contradictions. The fear that wasn’t just about the dark. She was covering for her. I exhaled slowly, lowering Kate onto the bed. She shifted slightly as I placed her down, her hand brushing against my arm before settling beside her. Even in sleep, she reached.

“The wild cat hasn’t made a move since that theft. She’s still holed up at the hotel. I made sure someone’s taking care of her… she doesn’t know you’re behind it. But really, boss… don’t you think Maddison should know? I’m sure she misses her mom.” I stifled a groan. “Maddison is better off without her.” “Sure, boss. You always know best.” “Clean this shit up,” I said, grabbing my coat. As I walked out into the cold night, my mind was already back on her. that voice, that laugh, that defiance. She called me an itch. She actually called an itch? Fine. Let’s see what happens when the itch scratches back. Because she doesn’t get it yet… Maddison Summers isn’t a part of my world anymore.

“What do we do now? We need her to confirm that she isn’t…” “She doesn’t need to confirm anything,” Richard said, cutting him off sharply. His voice was low but firm, his eyes focused, unwavering. “It’s all fake.” Greg blinked, surprised. “You’re sure?” Richard nodded. “One blurry photo and a bunch of keyboard warriors don’t change who she is. I know Madison. And I trust her.” Madam Clara’s Cooking Studio – Boiling Point Inside the bustling kitchen of Madam Clara’s cooking class, clatters of pots and soft murmurs of concentration filled the air. Amid the activity, a stifling tension clung around Madison and Mrs. Jane. The two women stood at opposite ends of the prep counter, not exchanging a

Carefully, she placed the cookies into a neat box, tied a ribbon around it without really thinking, and told herself it was the only sweet gesture she knew. Still, her hands trembled slightly when she picked up her purse. — The drive into the city was familiar. Rafael’s law firm sat among towering buildings of glass and steel. It looked polished and imposing and it was the kind of place that always made Marcie feel a little too soft around the edges. Rafael belonged here. He looked like he belonged anywhere, really. He was confident, composed, and untouchable in his tailored suits. Marcie parked the car safely along the curb and sat for a moment, fingers tightening around the steering wheel

Why would she pretend to be interested in Ryder then? Cassandra was nicely dressed compared to the other girls but she totally fit into that group of girls. She was wearing a baby pink crop top with a white skirt reaching her mid thighs. It barely covered her butt when she perched down low to whisper into Ryder’s ears. The fact that the guys were associated with such kind of girls made me sick. This kind of girls could be as poisonous as snakes. Deceitful! They would swiftly change their colors if needed. It was in their nature to merge right into someone just for their sole interest and profit. My belly churned with a sickening feeling. I tried hard to focus on my food but I had lost my app

"I was just looking at the snow. I used to think this city's winters were too cold, impossible to endure. Because back then, I was the one standing in the wind and snow begging for warmth." At this, she laced her fingers tightly with Caio's. "But now I've realized the snow is actually beautiful." "Finished looking at the scenery?" He lowered his head and kissed her fingertips. "Yes! The rose season in the free port is about to begin. I don't want to miss spring's first blooms." Meanwhile, Matteo still gazed out from the rooftop. The gunshot wound had not killed him, but the bullet shattered his lung. Combined with severe post-surgical infection and psychological collapse, he was completely b

“I had a slight headache that day,“ I admitted. It was partially true. Aiden's revelation of having been stalking me for the past three months did give me a slight headache. Zagreb's fingers brushed my cheeks. “You don't feel sick anymore.“ Shit. Get your fucking hands off me! “Yes, I'm all better now. Thanks for your concern.“ Right on cue, Constance walked in. “Doctor, your first patient has arrived.“ “Send her in.“ Turning to face Zagreb, I added, “I have a patient now. If you don't mind.“ “Sure. I'll be taking my leave. I'll see you after your shift is over?“

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"The preliminary hormonal shifts will continue to intensify. Your wolves are already responding to the changes, even if you're maintaining human control." "Fascinating biology lesson," Rick muttered, pulling into traffic with supernatural precision. "Now, can we focus on the dead collector and the missing magic diamond?" Through their bond, Casie felt his discomfort, not with her approaching heat, but with discussing it so clinically while they were investigating murders. The practical focus was so quintessentially Rick that it steadied her, grounding the conversation in the case rather than their personal situation. "Krane's home is in Westbrook Heights," Nathaniel reported, already mapping