Caitlin Christine Novels & Stories

It was risky, standing up to one of these when Linc or Lilah were not around. A smile cracks on the woman's face. “Fairplay to you for trying to stand up for yourself.” “I have nothing else going for me. Not anymore.” Being here was worse than being homeless. At least then I was able to protect myself and hide away from the world. A laugh escapes the woman’s plump lips and she takes another sip of her tea as she stares at me. “I’m Kaitlin.” “The lady who had twins with the shifter?” She clamps her mouth shut in annoyance. She sucks in her cheeks before speaking again. “I was tricked.”

she answered without much care. “I heard that Christine intend to cooperate with you at the time?” I asked. That was what I heard from President Alex just now. Ailina thought for a while and said, “Yes, but I don’t like to publish my design in the magazine first…” “.…” I nearly took what I heard as an imaginary voice. Who is Christine? She is the chief editor of the most professional fashion magazine in this country. But this young princess just said she didn’t like to publish a design in the magazine. Did she know what she had missed?

Luis looked around for a while before exiting the building himself. They went back to the hotel. Luis took Lily back to her room and ordered lunch for her. He went to his room turned on the laptop and got to work. he searched for Abigail Shawn, but nothing came up. He made a call to his friend and asked him to search the database for Abigail Shawn. A few minutes later. He received a message saying, there was no one with such a name. "Maybe her surname is not Shawn," Luis thought. He went to Lily's room. After knocking, he entered.

When Chastity had arrived home, she went straight upstairs to take a shower. Chastity was drying her hair with a blow dryer when someone knocked on the door. She had on a thick, white robe. “Come in.” The door opened to Caitlin. She was wearing a pair of white jean shorts that were halfway up her thighs. She wore a red halter top. Her taste in clothing had changed a lot when she had fallen in love with Alexander. No more conservative sister, Caitlin, that was for sure. “You’re home.” She closed the door behind her.

Meeting the parents? Holly was a bit surprised. She was about to say something when she heard a female voice which was both familiar and unfamiliar. "What a coincidence, Ignacio!" Ignacio and Holly looked up. It was Caitlin. She was standing there with a coy smile. Caitlin wore a black silk slip dress, and her long black curls cascaded over her slender waist, exuding charm and sensuality. However, dressing like this early in the morning gave her a slightly worldly air.

Now, she had to face the truth. "C-Catherine..." she stammered, her voice trembling as her fingers twitched nervously. "I’m Catherine Stones. I don’t know where Caitlin is. I was told to pretend to be her since we look alike. It was meant to help with Dario’s recovery. I’m sorry... I thought it would be for a short while, that Caitlin would come back and reclaim her life..." Her voice faltered, the words a desperate plea as she stared at them, eyes wide with fear, begging for understanding.

I am afraid I couldn't get prepared in advance without her reminder. "Well, you have not succeeded yet. Do you know why Caitlyn bought so many clothes today? I heard that she suddenly went crazy one day and cut up all her clothes in her sanatorium. I hope you will not be hurt by her." Merlin Mitchell let me leave the office after leaving a chilling warning. But she won't know that I am not afraid of Caitlyn Christian at all. Because essentially, Caitlyn Christian and I are the same kinds of people, the ones who will do whatever it takes to get what we want.

Nell O'Leary came to a sudden stop as she looked at Christine over from head to toe. "So, it's the incredible Christine Leonard herself," began Nell as she raised her eyebrows, and smiled slightly. "Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Snake River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Mitchell Kays. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Leonard? Or may I call you Christine?"

Kyle narrowed his eyes, disgusted in the outpouring. “Who is the girl’s mother?” he demanded. “Her name is Caitlin Paine,” Father McMullen said, shaking his head, let his tears fall freely. “She’s a scholar. The last I heard she was going to see a professor friend in New York City. Aidan. A professor at…Columbia.” Kyle felt triumphant. At last, some useful information. A name and a location. A direct link to Scarlet Paine. Find the mother, find the daughter.