Skins Katie Fitch Novels & Stories

MAD “Congratulations, Mr. Shanewood, Your Highness.” “Thank you.” Tara smiled, eyeing Katie with curiosity. “Wow. You’re beautiful. What happened to your face?” “She’s taking Sylvian’s place for the time being. This is Katie Miller, Terzo’s friend.” “Terzo’s friend?” Her eyes widened, staring at me and back to Katie. “The guy who caught that monster? You didn’t mention the hatchet man was a woman.”

Katie says, I had a timeout as well, but we don't talk about that, I'm too old to be having time out, but daddy Aiden said either that or a trip over his knee, and I'm too old for that and I don't want to be spanked, so I stood in the corner for five whole minutes, and I know that River and Ryker got yelled at for giving us choco. "She won't find out this time," I say very sure of myself. "But it's cold out there and me nu like the cold," she whines, I rolled my eyes at her, then we can stay in, I shift inside the house all the time. "We can shift here," I say, she looked around the living room, she's not an omega like me, her wolf is bigger than mine, everyone else is bigger than me in wolf

"Skyler, why do you smell like Max?" "Nathan, settle down," I laugh. "Max gave me a hug after I explained to him the idea I had for Katie's birthday tomorrow." "Oh yeah, she's eighteen tomorrow. She can find her mate. He just better be someone who will protect and care for her.." Elijah says, then frowns as I laugh at him. "You mean to tell me that you two don't know who Katie's mate is?" I was laughing so hard I moved away from the guys to go and sit on the sofa.

"I'm sorry Mr. Khumalo but Khloe is unavailable today. Her grandmother died and she went to her funeral last week but over here is Katie. She was brought in from one of the country clubs up north a few days ago and everyone says she's just a peach." I stood up straighter and forced a polite smile on my face as Lesedi and the older man who I guessed ran most of the course walked up to me. Lesedi wasn't actually that bad-looking. With high cheekbones and a slim figure, he did look like a lady's man. "Hi, Mr. Khumalo. I'm Katie Johnson," I chirped in an American accent. Lesedi's eyes wandered over my form and there was no mistaking the eagerness that slipped into his posture and unlike Luca, hi

“What do you think, red?” She smiles sweetly. “I think you’re biased, Your Highness.” “Absolutely.” Suddenly, a scoff cuts through the moment. “Katie, my love! Let’s see yours.” Damian’s voice comes through, sharp as broken glass. Kira doesn’t even flinch. But I can feel the tension rolling off Damian like a storm about to break. Katie walks out in a red jumpsuit that probably cost a fortune but somehow looks cheap on her. She glances at Damian, waiting for approval like a child seeking praise.

“Seems like it is going to be a huge rainfall.” I cursed silently and ran out of the house. It was the wrong time for rain to fall. Why was nature against me all of a sudden? Katie came from a long time of medical werewolves. She was the first werewolf in her family to break the tradition. She had joined the Delta Force as a Cadet and she was the first person that I was partnered to. Katie was excellent at close quarter combats with a dangerousknowledge and expertise on pressure points. She could paralyze anyone in seconds with a few strikes of her fingers and palm.

"Aww, thanks. Okay, to answer your other question, I'm here to spend time with my friend. Imagine my surprise when I found out this is her hometown, and when I bumped into Tye in the store, I wanted to come say hi to you and your parents." "Oh, nice. So, is your friend—" "A werewolf?" she interrupts, then she nods. "Yep, she is." I nod. Katherine is beautiful, no doubt. She has beautiful black skin, her lips are full and pretty, and her braids are neatly done. I remember she loved to wear crop tops, pants, and sneakers. She's doing that right now. She's in a white tank top, blue skinny jeans, and black sneakers. She looks prettier than ever. I just wish the best for her.

I frowned as she flipped the screen, doubting if any new jokes were awaiting me. My heart felt like stop beating when I saw the familiar name Katie pointed to. Lucas Moretti. Moon Stone Pack.

She pushed her rectangle rainbow glasses back up on her nose. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do,” Katie answered, noticing the healed-over scars on the girl’s thin arms and wrists, pretending she hadn’t. “I’m Bithiah Cotts,” said the petite girl. “You can call me Bee, though. Bee’s for short.” “My name is Katelyn,” said Katie, thinking: Cuts herself. Self-harms. Suicide attempt? “Nice to meet you, Bee.” Bee smiled faintly, glancing up at her. “You’re tall. I hate tall.”

She wiped her mouth with her handkerchief and face me. “Hi my name is Katie Fernandez I love to paint especially sceneries. I’m an orphan and grew up in the orphanage but I finished my college at the city. My best friend is the one you met earlier her name is Victoria, nice to meet you,” she said and reach out her hand with a smile. “I’m Lucas, Lucas Pangilinan. I work as a photographer in an agency but I graduated as a scholar. I came here to have a vacation and to relax. Nice to meet you Katie,” I reach out my hand and shake hers.