Novel & Cerita Nicola Peltz As Katara

When this is over, you can resign or stay, but there will be no more lies in this company. The ballroom doors opened and Katerina Volkov entered, looking exactly like the photographs Agent Chen had shown us-dark hair, cold eyes, her mother's beautiful face twisted with anger. Four men surrounded her, assault rifles ready but not raised. "Emily Sterling," Katerina said, her accent more pronounced than Margaret's had been. "Or Should I say Emily Lothan? You never did officially change your name back, did you? Still clinging to the marriage my brother destroyed?"

I couldn’t help but notice her flinching at his touch; however, she was sure to keep her smile on her face as she approached us. “You must be Alpha Nathan and his Luna, Katerina” she said, extending a hand for Katerina to shake. Katerina smiled, nodding politely, as she took her hand in hers, shaking it. I kept my eyes on Donatello’s who shook his head, fighting back rolling his eyes at the woman’s calm behavior “I’m Bella” “A pleasure, love” Katerina said, smiling at the woman.

“But instead, my ex slash auntie is asking me to help her track down a club girl. Tell me... Does Uncle Viktor know you're utilizing his pathetic nephew's resources behind his back?” I pulled my phone back toward me. "Viktor has nothing to do with this and if you value your breathing privileges, you won't mention my name or this photo to anyone, especially not him." ​Conrad’s chuckle faded. He leaned over the table, crossing his arms as he looked at the screen one more time. ​"I know her.” My ears perked up. Now, I have a lead. "Her name is Katerina. She’s an elite handler, a high-end, very exclusive contractor, usually hired by the old guard families in Los Angeles to dig up dirt on assets.

Wriggling in anticipation, I attempted to distract myself from the array of emotions barraging my brain, circling back to the discussion we’d begun a few minutes ago as I prompted awkwardly, “So…the necklaces?” Katya didn’t answer at first, helping me into the tub and waiting until I was resting comfortably before she replied, “All right, Zoebella, I’ll get to what you want to know, but I think it will help if I give you some background information first.” “Call me Zoe, but yeah, that sounds great. I’m pretty much clueless when it comes to anything having to do with shifters.” Glancing over my shoulder, I saw her smile widen as she said, “Zoe it is. My friends call me Kat.”

Katelina smiled and proceeded to undress. “I might be open-minded to dating a guy that has a few lovers, but I am not gay,” Ann said, thinking Katelina was hinting in a threesome direction. Katelina burst out laughing halfway through putting on her own pajamas, which was a sexy silk nightdress with lace trims. “What?” Ann laughed. “Didn’t they teach you anything in school about polygamy?” Katelina chuckled. “Actually, they didn’t,” Ann said and took one of Jessica’s face wipes to take her makeup off.

Farah's companion interrupted with a groan. “You know her; she prefers attractive men like you!" He laughed loudly before covering his mouth shyly. "Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, my gosh. I'm Katy Pee, and P stands for Purita Kalaw Ledesma. I’m Farah's Manager." "Thank you very much, Ms Farah, for agreeing to sign the contract. It is a tremendous honour for my son.” Mother Nena gasped as she held Farah's hand.

‘Thank you for waiting,’ I glance at Kylar and she shakes her head. ‘I need to speak with you both,’ she admits and waits as we take a seat on the remaining patio chairs. ‘I’m glad that you’re recovering Kylar,’ she smiles across at my Mate and I feel a flicker of ridiculous jealousy. For an older woman, Caterina is still incredibly beautiful. Her white hair shimmers in the moonlight that beams down from a clear and starry sky. Pulled back from her face in a plait that runs down the center of her back.

Ella physically recoiled as she wondered what kind of business party this was. Chase realized how uncomfortable she was and led her away to a quieter place. One that looked more sane. "She’s something, isn’t she?" he said casually, not even glancing back. "Who?" Ella asked, though her chest already knew the answer. "Katrina," he said. "That’s her name. Katrina James." Ella raised an eyebrow. "Oh." He nodded, loosening the collar of his shirt. "Nine-time global award-winning actress turned investor. She walked off the stage and straight into billion-dollar businesses. Classy. Ruthless. One hell of a negotiator."

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.