Novels by Catalina Popescu

Her muscles tensed at my last question, but it was probably because I had touched her and had invaded her personal space. If someone wanted to do that and couldn't, all they had to do was call me and I'd do it.I never had restrains, though, I felt guilty then for that trespassing. She didn't say a thing for a long moment, before she looked up at me over her shoulder, slight fear read on her features. "What makes you think I am lying?"Your eyes. I wanted to say. Because her eyes showed so much pain I didn't think she had shared with anyone. Or a somewhat suspicion that I just caught her. Two options. But there's also a third. Both. I licked my lips looking in those crystal blue eyes, which turned so intense they look like an ocean blue. What was with those eyes that they looked so damn familiar?I shook my head and took my hand away. "Just a feeling, freckles..." I whispered, looking at

You know that moment when you have a nightmare you aren't able to forget and it gets stuck in your mind forever, repeating and repeating and making you jump out of bed every night? Yeah, that was what I was going through.Just that that time, it got me up in the morning, right before my phone alarm rang. I looked around the room lazily, a little lost because of the nightmare, before memories from yesterday flooded in.Oh, yeah... I was there... not anywhere else…I sighed and forced my legs out of bed, into the bathroom. After a shower to wash myself and my matinal routine, I went to the kitchen in my white tank top and pajama pants and made myself a coffee.Since the previous night, couldn't get the damn cigs out of my head and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of the habit, it was just impossible. For me. At least. I took my cigs from one of the bags and went outside on the patio, sitting in one of the chairs.

I watched her walking towards the entryway and followed her with silent steps to make sure she didn't know I follow her.That girl had no idea what she had done to me. Her ocean, blue, innocent eyes and those full, pouty shaped lips just made my cock hard. Her heart shaped face and high cheekbones covered in freckles matched perfectly to her slightly dark tone, giving her a southern look. The blush which crept on her cheeks and instantly faded didn't help my hard-on and I couldn't stop fantasising my hand fisting that blue hair as I dug my cock in her pussy from behind.Okay, I should've calmed the fuck down, before I did myself any worse. I stopped just out of hers or anyone who was behind that door's sights, my eyes falling on her ass. I bit my lip, my mind getting filled with all types of things I wanted to do to her."With what may I help you, officers?" She asked, her tone sweeter than before.Fuck! I knew I sh

I yawned tiredly as I dropped the bags inside the house I was supposed to live in for the next few months. I closed the door and walk around the modern designed bungalow. Staring up and down at every detail as I walked through the small hallway and entered the living room which had a large black couch, white fluffy carpet, grey furniture and a large flat screen I realized Dad had gone ahead of himself again.The walls were white, colorless and the place showed no ounce of life. A pair of great glass doors separated the inside from a small patio with a black table and a few chairs. The wood used had a grey color and past the patio were meters of sand and far enough the ocean.I covered the window with the white transparent curtains and go into the kitchen. The kitchen was just as colorless with a small place for cooking, a grey island counter and some chairs, a table in the opposite direction. The whole place smelled clean and fresh

VeneraI placed my elbow on the window sill of the car and puffed from my cig, looking up front. I checked my fingerless gloves, pulling them further up my arm and I brushed my hair from my shoulder.I puffed a little more from the cig before I threw it out the window and stared in the mirror at the crowd of people cheering for the race to start."You ready little girl?" My opponent, a fucker in a dark red 2015 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28 NASA. Race car, but... couldn't say it had much horsepower.I popped in my mouth a bubblegum and faced him, with one hand over the wheel, the other in the air. The chick with short ass skirt and crop top is just about to give the start as my eyes are on the fucker.His eyes kept bouncing between the road and me. I gave him my middle finger and a smirk as the chick gave the start and I immediately throttle t

HayesI rolled my eyes at her, and took the first dagger I saw, walking in front of her. I leaned in front of her with a smirk spread on my lips as I stared at her beautiful thighs, with roses tattoos, smooth milky skin and no damn defect. Just like the rest of her body, they were perfect. Too bad I'd have to stab them."You gonna stab me, hottie?" She asked raising a brow playfully and smiling sweetly.With no hesitation, I stabbed her in the thigh, ruining that beautiful shape. She stared at me, without even a flinch from her eyes. No scream, no tear, no damn movement. She just stared at me with a small smile playing on her lips."What the fuck?!?" I questioned snatching my hand from the knife.She sighed, looking at the knife. "You could've at least took it. Do you know how much it hurts?" She asked with arched brows, practically pleading me to take it out

Where the hell was she? At 1:15 p.m.I looked up at Caden, seeing him with the lunette, on my right, on the second floor, hidden in the shadows. At the ground level was Hernandez, behind some rubble on my left, ready to shoot at any time.Next to the door was Logan, keeping his eyes on the windows with a gun in his hands, keeping a look on the surroundings. I had asked Nate to stay outside and make himself unseen as he kept an eye around in case she showed up. He hadn't said shit the past twenty minutes, which bugged me because she was supposed to be here by then. How unprofessional for an assassin to be late.Madeline was standing next to me, with arms crossed, tears on her face and no emotion filling her features. I was supposed to feel sorry for her, but I didn't want to. I didn't like her, in fact, no one from the warehouse liked her. She was a bitch, she was always up my ass or any of the guy

ThornWe're so dead, we're so dead, we're so dead..."I'm listening, Thorn." He made me raise my eyes at him, at the sight of the scary stance he took. Crossed arms, unfriendly frown, lips set in a tight line, muscles tensed. Yep, definitely scary stance.I cleared my throat so I could speak, gulping loudly before I started talking. "The assassin that killed our men in Europe," I took a deep breath, muttering the following words, "was after Madeline all this time."I stood in silence for a moment, too afraid to raise my gaze and meet his anger. To afraid to look him in the eyes. After too much silence, I finally gathered my guts and rose my gaze to his.I saw the glare formed on his expression, pointed straight at Madeline, "Because of you my men kept dying?" He stepped forward, making her whimper a step back as his index finger pointe

"Hi, baby!" The annoying voice of my girlfriend rang from the phone, making me groan, "Baby what's wrong?"I looked in the phone, and gulped, "She's coming for you..." I managed to say, before she closed the phone call, smiling brightly at me, "Thanks for that, pancakes."I growled at her as she got up, unlocking the door. She was preparing to leave, I just had to open my mouth. "The Green Skulls are going to come after you. And they are going to kill you."Her hand left the handle, as she turned back at me with a psychotic smile. She leaned over to my ear, "Is that supposed to scare me?" Her voice came out as calm and dangerous, giving me the answer to an unspoken question I kept asking myself.She was fearless.Fear filled my veins, as she backed away, ready to open the door again. And I opened my mouth. Again. "My cousin will kill you for this." I panted tiredly. "You w

Drake"What?" I answered the phone which kept buzzing in my pocket, without looking at the caller, "Babe, I swear, if you ever use that tone with me again, I'll rip your head off."Fear filled my veins as I realized who I just answered, "I'm sorry, babygirl. I didn't meant to. I thought it was Thorn or someone..."Her loud sigh sounded through the phone, "It's okay. I wanted to see how are you. Why aren't you home yet?""I had a pretty busy night at the warehouse, but I'll be back in a bit."Silence covered the phone for a bit, before her voice came up again, "I thought you weren't with Thorn."Shit. Think of something quickly, think of something quickly, "Yeah, I am not with him. He's....in a trip in Florida with Ryan. I expected to get a phone call and more orders from him." I scoffed fakin

I came to work with the brightest mood anyone could have. I spent the whole night texting with Aaron, Cole's coach. I may have been tired, but I was happy. The man was a very interesting person. He wasn't dull and simply boring like the other men Cole found for me. He was sweet, charming and smart, not just good looking. It was a pleasure to talk to him, honestly."Someone seems happy this morning." Ross wiggled his brows at me, smirking too as he waited for the doors of the elevator to open."I may have just found myself a date in my free day from yesterday." I said proudly with a rose chin."Huh, at least someone's getting some action around here." A sigh drew out his lungs, the elevator stopping and the doors slowly opening. He gave me a small wave as he took off, smiling at me.I waved back, waiting for my own destination as the doors closed and the elevator started heading up. I was just in time in Mr Black's office with

I instantly froze. I had no idea what to do. Hide? Run away? Maybe just act natural and hope he'd leave? What could I do? What could I do? What could I do?Hopefully all three of them. With my left palm, I covered my face, using some strands of my hair as well. I was full of hope he wouldn't see me, I even started praying, and I was not a religious person."Maybe she got sick of your ass, did you think of that? All you do is call the poor woman and ask her to do your job." Who I thought was his friend said in a thick tone that definitely made him sound maturer than Mr Black."That's because she's my personal assistant. She's lucky I don't ask her to iron my clothes and just take them from the laundry room." He replied, that arrogance showing in his tone.If I was lucky for that, he was lucky I wasn't drunk enough to slap him for saying it."You gotta give her a break, all she does is work for you da

The annoying buzz of my phone. That was the thing that woke me up once again. With a low groan and tiredness in every inch of my body, I moved my hand towards the phone and picked up. "Hello?" I asked in a sleepy voice."Uhm, Mom, where are you?" Cole asked on the other line, worry ringing in his tone.I hummed, arching my brows. Even in my sleepy state I could think. Oh, I could think of where I was very well. My head snapped up from the desk, my eyes checking my surroundings. Nothing but the lamp from my desk lighted the room as I was too tired to even acknowledge that."Mom?" Cole's voice pulled me out of my mind, making me gulp and force my hoarse voice to raise a bit."I'm- I'm at work," he must've been so disappointed I wasn't home, "I'll be back soon, honey.""Alright mom, I'll see you later!" He said lowly, hanging up without saying another word.H

SamanthaAfter spending some hours staring at things I couldn't afford at the mall, I returned home. I left my bag on the table next to the door and headed to my room, expecting nobody to be home. With a heavy sigh, I started taking off my clothes. I put on a pair of grey sweat pants and a white tank top with a pair of flip-flops, heading to the kitchen. I instantly took the paper from the little table that was big enough for two people, a pen and sat down, starting to circle jobs I thought I could get."Mom, you home?" Cole's voice rang from the hallway, taking me by surprise. I checked the watch on the wall, seeing it was nowhere near the time he was supposed to get home."In the kitchen!" I exclaimed, hiding the pen and the paper and jumping to the fridge.He entered the kitchen a moment later, wiggling his brows at me. "So... did you get it?"

A pair of blue jeans, a white shirt that looked perfectly clean and ironed, a blue jacket and a pair of high heels seemed like the right choice with which I could present at an interview. I tied my hair in a ponytail leaving my straight bangs to drop over my forehead without covering my eyes. The blonde strand of hair that I couldn't bring myself to color differently was more than visible, but I couldn't care less about it. I took off my piercings, thinking they gave the impression of someone whom I didn't want to give the impression to be. All I missed was makeup. Some mascara, dark red lipstick and a bit of powder, not enough to cover the freckles that so obviously showed off on my caramel colored skin. Something to make my thick, brown brows darker, a bit of something to make my pointy, straight nose and high cheekbones shine, and I was done. I took several deep breaths, considering myself ready for the interview that could spare me having to search for other jo