Nicola Peltz As Katara Novels & Stories

The guest list was a tactical map of power: energy ministers, tech billionaires, legacy aristocrats, and, most importantly, Kaito Sato. Camelia Thorne moved through the crowd like a vision in midnight velvet. Her dress was dark, absorbing the light around her, making her appear as a singular, focused point of gravity in a room of sparkling distractions. She held a glass of champagne she hadn’t touched, her eyes scanning the room with the precision of a predator.

she says with a chuckle and I smirk. Ghost or Katarina Valentino. She is the wife of the mafia Don Salvadore Valentino. She has a daughter who is two years old called Alessa. She retired but does the occasional jobs for Alina. “Very good odds. Thanks Ghost. Keep me updated.” I say and cut the comms link. I lean back and just watch as Katya watches me. I know this woman has endured a lot. I know she can recognise the same pain in me. “How long?” She asks me, and I look at her in question.

He goes to touch my head but I flinch causing him to back away. “I’ll take care of this Dimitri. You leave, you are scaring her. All you men shoo.” I feel myself relax as all there is left is Nadia and her mother. Kateri is very pretty. She has bright brown eyes and long black hair that is in a braid down her shoulder. I would guess she is Native American by her tribal necklace and tattoo she is wearing. “Now dear, we brought you some of Nadia’s clothes as you both appear to be the same size. Let’s get you dressed so we can get you somewhere more comfortable.”

She blushed as Luca eyed her. “And, who’s Kaya?” Luca asked. “Sorry, my feline form is a black panther. Her name is Kaya. She doesn’t talk much to me yet, but she definitely lets me know what she wants.” Dakari was looking at her quizzically. He looked like he had something to say but he held his tongue. As Katalea reached out for the table to steady herself she felt something rough pinch the palm of her hand. Startled again, she pulled back her hand, somehow making a fist around a sharp object. The others were watching closely as she opened her hand to reveal what had caused the pain.

I replied, pinching her cheek lightly. She looked at me sadly, a small pout on her face. I think she needed therapy, fuck if Del wasn’t in the state she is, she would have been the perfect person for Kataleya to talk to. Having studied to go into this very field. The trauma of the events still haunted Kataleya and it fucking killed to see her smile was gone. She had gone from the happiest child around, one who would smile constantly to the quietest… Sparks rippled through me and I looked up, greeted by the view of the underside to Kiara’s breasts. Well, that’s one fucking view I loved. She crouched down next to us, a gorgeous smile on her face as she held her arms out to Kat.

Percy looked down at the beautiful red hair with grey eyes and light freckles on the screen, she goes by the code name Katya, a gamma, five foot eight. " Good, " he muttered to himself swiping left to reveal another assassin, a female again this one has a long straight platinum blonde cut down to her shoulders and icy green eyes. She looked sweet and deadly at the same time if that was possible and the name under her image says, Siren, a beta. " Okay, " Percy says accepting her before swiping left again.

Good for her, she would be in a good mood by the time my people executed the instruction I had given them this morning. I watched as she pulled off her sunshades, those beautiful globes of perfection and tiny face staring at me briefly, then she parted her lips, "Oh, I am Katya Petrov, the legal representative of the plaintiffs..." Fuck. I parted my lips, and even as Carlos gasped in shock and Matteo looked like he had just shit himself, I laughed, loudly. Everyone turned to me, and I took a step closer, the path clearing, cameras flashing. Katya stared at me with confusion in her eyes. Hell, she looked like a fierce angel in that power suit and perfect makeup, her glass skin glistening brig

Viti had been telling everyone she was dead because he was planning on killing her. “The leader jumped, and just as Aurelia was pushing forward for the shift, this glowed and burned,” she said, pulling up her sleeve showing the cuff. “Instinctively I raised my hands in an x above my head, but it wasn’t me, and—“ Katla raised her arms, moonstone circles gleamed on the underside of her wrist. I gasped. “Katla, where did you get that?” I asked. “From my father,” she shrugged.

“Ok, Dakari, check with the warriors, see who is well enough to accompany you. Make sure you have a good pilot. We don’t need any more drama.” “I would be able to pilot you Dakari,” Paulo offered. “I have been flying helicopters for a decade at least.” Katalea smiled at Paulo. “Sir, I would be in your debt if you could bring him back safely to me.” Everyone smiled at this, a new mate bond was intoxicating. Katalea turned and surveyed the room. Her eyes fell to her cousin. Beautiful still, but her weariness was showing. She made a mental note to send her a restorative drink first chance she could.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”