Anna Cathcart Ethnicity Novels & Stories

I push his lifeless body away and walk towards Carter. He shrinks and tries to get away. “Loo… I'm sorry, ok…ayy, it was Jen.kins." I punch him in his face, breaking his nose in the process ”Ahhhhh” he yelled. “Now listen: you sold children, you beat them up, starve them, and you blame someone else for your crimes? I came here tonight to access both of you, turns out you're an even bigger ass than I thought. You tried to take advantage of me, thinking I'm some weakling, look where that got you. Give me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out right here like your friend over there?”

Having said that, Caroline was still a little condescending when she looked at Nanny Carter. “I was just trying to tell you,” Caroline said with a haughty air. “Look! All the maids here are old and plain looking! How can you have these people around Joshua?” Nanny Carter’s face became unsightly. “All of them have been working at the Denmark family for more than a decade, so of course, they’re not young. But they’re competent and polite…”

"Where are you from? I've never seen you before, just now in the banquet, you seemed to be following Mrs. Lanyon, are you from the Lanyon clan?" Cathy was a little surprised that she didn't seem to recognize her. Cathy couldn't help but breathe a slight sigh of relief. "I'm not from the Lanyon clan, I'm from the Melville clan." Cathy's voice was unsteady, she still didn't have a lot of confidence to deal with all the bad past she had before.

She had no idea that the woman she dismissed yesterday was the same woman she now wanted to claim for the Carters’ future. The irony nearly broke him. “Why her?” he asked, lifting his gaze. “Is it only because of her family’s wealth? What if she is not… what you expect?” Grandma Carter frowned at his words. “She is a Denovan. That is all I need to know. She carries their name, their power, their blood. That is enough. If she is beautiful, then all the better. If she is clever, that will serve us too. But even if she is not, she will still be worth more than Rebecca Tyler ever could be.”

Carter. *************************************************

Unlike me, I married into the Kane family by chance, but her marriage with Carter was out of love. 'For Carter to go against the pressure his family puts on him and marry Lena, who has a mediocre background, he must be deeply in love with her.' Carter was around the same height as Keegan. In comparison, Carter's personality was gentler than Keegan's. It was not that Carter was as good-natured as Marshall, but Carter was gentle in the way he talked. As for his appearance, he looked as aggressive and dominant as Keegan. Lena had extremely beautiful features. She looked stern when she was not smiling, more or less due to her profession. She was taller than Stella by a bit above 5.8 feet.

"He wouldn't make a bad husband, baby girl." True. Olivia could do worse than Nakos Hunt. With the dark skin tone and black hair of his native Arapaho tribe, combined with solid bone structure and a handsome face, he'd definitely been conceived at the deep end of the gene pool. He was also hard-working, kind, and protective. Too protective, but she shrugged that off.

She should have known better, especially after everything they had been through together. Catherine Dawn and Octavian Carlson used to be dating years back. They even got engaged at one point. However, for some unknown reason, Ian called off the engagement. This enraged Catherine and her entire family. The Dawn family worked mostly in the business field. Catherine’s father, was a business magnate who worked predominantly in the steel and heavy duty machineries and weapon industry. The family also had relations to the Mafia and they had connections in both Russia and UK thanks to her mother’s Katya’s origin, who was a model but had powerful associated around her.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

I guess the girls had some time to get acquainted. “Are you guys red wolves like Nate, Jimmy, and Saoirse?” Rose asked. They shook their heads. “Our side of the family runs to the grayish blonde,” Christine said. “Ours, too,” I said. “Although, Kam and I are more brown than anything. Our sister, Rina, got the blonde fur.” “My grandmother on Ma’s side is from South Carolina. She moved to Boston to be with her human husband. Grandma was from a family of red wolves, so Jimmy, Saoirse, and I are red,” Nate explained. It made sense.