Novel & Cerita The Change Kirsten Miller

Giselle looked as though she was about to reach out to embrace her when the intercom made a slight static noise before the administrator's voice spoke through it. "Tyler King is here, Ms Kingsley." The spell was broken and Katherine was simply Katherine Anne Scott again, an ordinary nobody whose overactive imagination had just humiliated her in front of her new principal. She turned around to hide the action of hastily drawing her eyes with her sleeve. The principal sent an apologetic look at Katherine's way before walking around her to flip a switch on the intercom. "Thank you, Denise," she said, "You may send him right in."

Kira’s spine straightened. Act like it. She nodded. “I will.” Marcus smiled and left. Kira turned back to the mirror one last time. An Ashford. CEO of the hospitality division. A woman who’d survived nine years of being erased and came out stronger. She wasn’t the same person who’d left Adrian’s house four days ago. That woman was gone. And the one standing here? She didn’t beg. She didn’t shrink. She didn’t apologize for taking up space. One of the stylists approached with a final touch, a small spritz of perfume. Expensive. Bold.

"Yes, I refuse. Please understand that I can't be the woman that you want me to be, Logan." He frowned, and looked at me confused. "The what? I like you because you're yourself Khloe. I don't want you to pretend to be someone you're not. I respect you enough to ask you to change for me. If there's one of us who has to change, it would be me. And I-" I cut him off. No matter how much it hurt to say the next words, I said them anyway. "Logan, I can't go out with you."

“Because of you.” Greyson’s eyes darkened and he narrowed his eyes at Doc. “Excuse me?” “He means that you’re an Alpha so it’s worse for her.” A women walked into the room and stopped next to Greyson. “Her body has to prepare to evolve into something more than an average pack member, the process is affecting her more than a commoner.” “Kirstie? When did you get back?” Greyson asked, arching an eyebrow at the woman. “When I heard about her.” Kirstie nodded to Indianna and looked at Greyson. “I get no hi? No ‘I missed you, sis’?”