Rewrite Our Story Kat Singleton の小説・ストーリー

She wrote of her love for my father, of her joy in raising her two children and the hopes for the future of their pack. As I read, I felt a strange sense of peace, a feeling of finally understanding the pieces of myself that had always felt missing. I was a daughter, a sister, a member of a proud, resilient pack. I was not just Lucian's mate, not just a tattoo artist with a mysterious past. I was Katy, and I was home. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from my reverie. It was Lucian. Lucian: Are you okay?

I turned to the side, pulling my skirt away from her reach. "Ms. Harmon, Mr. Conrad is really sick, and he won't wake up. He keeps calling your name in his sleep. You need to see him; maybe he'll wake up!" I looked down at her, not interested in responding. "Ms. Harmon, you and Mr. Conrad grew up together. Please, just go see him!" Kelly bowed again. "I'm sorry I was greedy! If you agree, I'll only be Mr. Reese's lover, and I'll never come to you again! Please, I beg you!"

She had spent those years rebuilding herself. Rebuilding a life. Building a home for Avery. She had finally found peace. Finally found stability. And now fate had placed Damon Winchester back into the edges of that life without either of them asking for it. Her fingers curled tightly around the cup. Then, barely above a whisper, she finally spoke. "He can't know." The words lingered between them. Neither woman said another thing. When lunch ended, Katelyn walked back toward the hospital alone.She entered through the pediatric wing, where cheerful cartoons decorated the walls and colorful balloons floated near the nurses' station.

Kane looked at Katia, “Okay cousin, it your turn. Time to tell your life story.” Katia took a deep mental breath and launched into what she could remember of her earlier life. “I don’t remember anything of being a baby or toddler. I think my earliest memory that is truly mine and has not been shown to me by my sister is the people I thought were my parents not letting me eat because I broke a glass when I was washing dishes. I got to eat scraps mostly when they deemed, I had not been to much trouble. I did have my own room with a bed and a thin blanket, some clothes that were given to me from some of the others in the pack. I did not grow much so I did not need many clothes. I typically try

Before I knew it, she had made herself comfortable with her head lying on my shoulder. "You know, I've been thinking." She paused. "I want to stay single for the rest of my life," Katy concluded, her arms wrapping around me even tighter. "The women in this family are cursed from relationships. I mean, Mom met my dad, and you met two douchebags whom we shall never maintain. I'll probably meet someone who frames me for murder." She explained. "I doubt that," I answered. "After framing you, he will probably murder you and make it look like a suicide. That way, he can cover his tracks," I added.

She’d ignored every one of them. Looking uncomfortable, Johnny replied, “We spoke with your cousin, Casey. She’s heading to Germany next week. Casey says that Kat is fine.” Slater’s cousin was Kat’s best friend. That was how he’d met the Irish beauty in the first place. “She’s probably just busy,” Slater said, swallowing down the hurt. It was time to let her go. Kathleen Flynn was a distraction, and if Derek “Slater” Banez didn’t get his head on straight, he’d end up blowing it away with his G19X pistol. The door closed behind Johnny. Slater was back to being alone. Not entirely alone. Just him and his screwed-up brain.

I feel like everyone can hear me snacking on my Cheetos. When we finally get to the Blood Moon Pack, the guards greet us and let us through. We pull up to a beautiful house that reminds me a lot of the one I grew up in. An elderly lady comes to meet us. “You look like a frail bird.” She gives me a big hug and tells me. “Don’t you worry, I will nurse you back to health, young one. My name is Katrina, but you can call me Kat. I used to work at the hospital as a doctor. I recently retired. Oh, and this must be Amanda” She reaches out and gives Amanda a big hug.

Inside, I’m already halfway to explosion. “Careful, Scarlett.” “No, you don’t get to do that right now,” she fires back, pacing. “You’re supposed to be untouchable, Cassian. Powerful. Not—” she gestures helplessly, “—the man who got slapped by his ex in front of the entire elite of New York!” I pour myself a drink, ignoring her. “I don’t owe the world an explanation.” She lets out a bitter laugh. “You think that’s strength? It’s stupidity. The Halentis controlled the narrative before sunrise. You’re the monster in this story now.”

Sometimes, it came back in a smaller form — in tiny hands, in innocent smiles, in a voice that called you Mom. And every night, before they slept, Victoria whispered the same words — her silent vow written in the quiet of their little home: “You’re my new beginning, Katrina. My reason. My promise kept.” And so the two of them — the woman who once ran from her past and the child who had lost her world — built a new life together, one sweet day at a time.

“Just sit down. Don’t embarrass yourself.” Scarlett’s eyes widened, clearly stunned by my response. She hesitated, then sat down with a frustrated sigh. Just then, Katelyn’s assistant, Rebecca, stepped up. Her voice was calm and polite but carried a strong authority. “I’d like to clarify something,” Rebecca stated, addressing Scarlett directly. “Miss Katelyn became a millionaire long before she ever married. She’s always lived simply, so perhaps people didn’t realize it. But her wealth never came from scandals or rumors. It came from her own hard work and dedication.”