Mary Katherine Backstrom Books Novels & Stories

Only after Anni mentioned a library while they were preparing for the date did Katherine conclude that it should be this room. After inspecting the shelves for a while, Katherine got an overview. It were mostly history books with nearly as many books about war and strategy, a few maps, and half a board of novels mixed in. Of course they weren't romance novels, but thriller. It didn't really matter, as thriller were her second dearest. Still, a few romance novels would've been nice. Picking a book about the history of the Icelands, Katherine sat down in an armchair and started reading. Knowing her enemy was just as important as knowing her own aims. Maybe even more than that.

Lucas ~*~ By lunch, Mari left with Chase to see her father and I was left on my own, which was how I liked it. Daphne, the help, was kind enough to let me make the corner of the guest room into a make-shift study. She lent me a table from the storage room so I can finish some paperwork and set my laptop. Today I skipped the gym, decided to do it later tonight. I called Harriet to check how she was, and thankfully she was doing better. If only Mari decided to check with Harriet's therapist, then she wouldn't be so jumpy. And grumpy.

Drake says. Reid POV As I came into the library, I could tell someone else was already in here. Not realizing it was Drake and Kate, I figured I had caught someone by surprise. Imagine my surprise when I learned who it was. I knew there were a few sparks between the two of them but hadn’t realized they might be considering a hook up. Not that I would judge, Kate deserves some fun and Drake seems like a decent guy. As we each take the books, we start to look through banished wolves back a couple decades. We each come up with three potential prospects and then debate those three down to our top three.

she asked, her voice colored by her disappointment. "Absolutely, dear! I just finished a book I think you'll adore," Mrs. Hogan said, pointing to a part of the library Katherine hadn’t explored before—an intriguing collection of unique fantasy novels that seemed to whisper of hidden adventures. With a newfound sense of excitement, Katherine dove into the unknown. As she scanned the titles, one book caught her eye; its cover illustrated a swirling nebula, a scene reminiscent of the enchanting landscapes in "The Tides of the Myrtle." It was hefty, with a worn leather cover and a gilded spine that hinted at untold wonders. She gently pulled it off the shelf, her fingers grazing the aged paper.

Katherine raised an eyebrow. "Don’t kill her." She winked. "No promises." --- Sebastian carefully stepped over three highlighters, a half-eaten donut still in its plastic wrap, and a Business Ethics textbook lying face down like it had given up. He reached down, picked up a nearby sticky note, and read the scribbled line: “2009: her first backstab. And they believed her again?” He blinked. “How the hell did you find her maiden name?” he finally asked, turning to Katherin, who was hunched over a fresh batch of printed screenshots.

My Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me with Kaleb's story. For those who have not read my other books, please find the list below: Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Kate's Story)

And with that, she walked out of the dining room, leaving Kingsley sitting in front of untouched eggs, a cooling coffee cup, and the heavy, suffocating silence of a marriage barely breathing. That same morning in Brooklyn, the light filtered in softly through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow over the small living room of Katherine’s apartment. She sat curled on the couch in an oversized hoodie, legs tucked beneath her, a novel in her hands. A half-empty mug of chamomile tea rested on the side table, its steam long faded. The book was good—slow, but good. She had underlined a sentence in pencil just a few minutes ago: “Sometimes the things we walk away from are the only things we ever

Bronx’s POV Halloween comes and goes. Thanksgiving comes and goes. Winter Solstice is only a couple of weeks away. The frigid Montana winter trudges on. The world keeps turning as if Kas never existed. Last week, I heard Katherine Santoro’s abandoned estate in Greece burned down to the ground. No fatalities and no signs of the other residents and staff who lived there several days prior. A few days later, hunters found Katherine’s naked body, along with an unidentified woman, both mauled by wild animals in a wooded area of Mongolia. The artist's sketch of the other woman is clearly Cora.

The flames curled around the edges and slowly devouring the paper. But the words written on it were already burned into my mind. 'Katherine Lark is not an omega.'

She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip. “That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room. Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.