Nicola Peltz As Katara Novels & Stories

It took the edge off enough for her to function and film content. Brand deals continued pouring in despite the rumors. Kai insisted all meetings happen at the penthouse. “No leaving. Not with my baby inside you.” One afternoon, a new deal representative arrived. The owner of a luxury ice diamond bracelet line had come personally. His name was Malik Laurent—half French, half Arab, tall and slim with an athletic build. He had intricate tattoos peeking from his collar and sleeves, sharp jawline, piercing green eyes, deep dimples when he smiled and an effortless charm that reminded Elara of Kai… but somehow hotter. More refined. Kinder energy.

(Barcelona Sector - Syndicate HQ) “‘Delilah Vance: The Icon. The Architect. The Reborn.’ That’s the headline I want,” Kiana Cortez said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She was draped in faux leopard print, cradling a white Persian cat named Haute. A black cat, Couture, stalked across her glass desk. “Look at how Couture moves,” Kiana remarked to her assistant. “That arrogance. That 'I own the room' energy. That’s the brand.”

"Come." Pietro rushed over, nearly tripping. He stood there trembling, clutching the laptop. He was already flushed, stealing glances when he thought I wouldn't notice. He'd been like this since I hired him—nervous, jittery, couldn't look me in the eye for more than a second without turning red. I let him look. Fear made people loyal. "Brief him," I snapped at Franco. Franco cleared his throat. "The target is Katarina Delgado. She is Nineteen with Brown eyes. Brunette and Veryyyy….Curvy. She was last seen at Massimo's club three nights ago."

Katara, his contract lover, had slowly become a constant presence, igniting a spark within him that he hadn't felt in years. As the elevator doors chimed, Sean's heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through his veins. He stood up, smoothing his tailored suit, and watched as Katie, Katara's real name, stepped out, cradling a bundle in her arms. A radiant smile adorned her face, one that melted Sean's heart.

Kataleya realized that she was being appreciated and envied, she just smiled as she tidied up her clothes. — I like your tattoo on your back. —Caillet Kataleya wore a dress made of capulana that left her back bare. — Thank you — she said smiling. — I also liked the tattoo you have on your hands! They look like eyes! — It's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark. Caillet just smiled and left the room, giving some space. Kataleya finished preparing her room and went outside the boat, where the other pirates were. She calmly approached Igor who was looking at her map.

Thad explained. Camden thanked him personally and shook his hand. I followed suit. I knew that the three of us were incredibly thankful to Elder Johns. I doubted I would have been found in time had he not gone against protocol and siphoned out the essences and got me set up as a Priority One. The next person was a woman who looked to be about my parents’ ages. She had beautiful curly black hair and almond shaped eyes. She looked like a runway model. “It is a pleasure to meet you three. I am Elder Katrina, a Keeper and mother to Dara whom you met the other day I believe,” she said, introducing herself with a bow instead of a handshake. We bowed back, obviously not knowing proper protocol. She

“No, no. You must forgive me for this. My merdaughter back in Atlantis is going to get rid of her shell tonight.” “But Queen Aera will expect your presence..” “Please give her my apologies. An expectant merfather cannot condone that moment.” Captain Aquilus patted Caeruleus shoulder. “But this merlad shall go up there and stand for me.” “But captain I—” “That’s settled then.” The captain announced as if he didn’t hear the latter’s refusal. Caeruleus’ eyes looked directly at Ellaine. He shrugged as if he’s used to his captain’s unpredictable whims and smiled. She was captivated once more by his pretty face.

Drake POV “Absolutely not Kate! We don’t even know who we are dealing with and what resources he has at his fingertips! You cannot offer yourself to him. He wants to mark and mate you, Kate. This isn’t a game!” I yell through the phone. Pausing I hear Elise make a sound of disgust as she gets out of bed and pulls her clothes back on. As she leaves the room, she gives me the finger – I smile and blow her a kiss as she slams the door.

I pulled open the door to my chambers and she stepped in, I followed, shutting the door behind us. I watched her stare around the place like she hadn’t been here a gazillion times already, but at least I could have a moment to just study her. Katalier had light, waist-length brown hair, but today, she had it up in a bun. Her hardened gray eyes seem to hold the secret of the world in their depths. She was dressed in black leggings, a dark leather jacket and a brown turtle necked shirt beneath it, simple and yet breathtakingly beautiful.

Her hands trembled, itching to strike. “Please, Ka. You never even listened to my explanation.” “Do I need to hear anything from you? What I saw was enough. It was enough to see you naked with a woman grinding on top of you like a leech,” Katleya said furiously, her eyes burning with rage. The man held her hand. “Ka, please. Listen to me.” “Let go of me!” Katleya shouted at the top of her lungs, unable to hold herself back anymore.