Catherine 1 Novels & Stories

Catherine, seeing Marshall's serious and stern attitude, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. "Professor Hartley, what do you want me to confess?" she asked. Seeing her somewhat indifferent attitude, looking casual and carefree, Marshall couldn't help but feel angry. "Confess. Who are you, and what is your purpose at Styre University? Or, why are you in the lab?" Catherine raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, saying seriously without any ambiguity, "I'm only going to say something once. I'm Catherine Swann, and I came to Styre University for only one purpose—to study! As for the lab, you brought me here."

Right then, the banquet hall doors flew open with a bang. Lena strutted in, decked out in a stunning gown, flanked by her bodyguards. "Nolan!" she called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I heard someone was giving you trouble..." Her words trailed off as she caught sight of William next to me, the broken glass, and the gunmen in black sprawled on the floor. Lena's expression flipped in an instant.

Vincent fell silent. On our first mating night, I didn't touch Catherine at all. Even though she looked stunning in that sheer black nightgown, she was trying to seduce me. She tried very hard to please me. But I couldn't. And I felt guilty for ignoring her. Catherine wanted the throne, and that was all I could give her. For my heart and my life belonged to Delilah. "Understood, I will deliver your orders, my king," Vincent said. I rose from my seat and left my study, Vincent following close behind. My mind felt clouded—too many things weren't going according to plan. Everything had turned chaotic the moment Camden returned and disrupted everything.

C21: WARMED HEART Catherine, who was called by the head maid, was now returning from the second palace. She sighed, the head maid had asked her to wash an entire room, not because it was necessary. ‘Maybe she wanted to punish me for informing the King about the incident’ she thought. She was really tired, having done her chores and instantly called for another. It was hectic. As she walked in the vast space, she saw a young man who was staggering looking lost.

Catherine stood at the center now, no longer hiding behind veils of piety. “They’re accelerating,” she told them. “Isabella is stronger than the prophecies predicted.” “She must be contained,” a voice said. “She must be harvested,” another corrected. Catherine narrowed her eyes. “You don’t harvest fire. You guide it. Or you burn.” The elders fell into silence. Catherine's rise was complete. ---

He deduced that Catherine did not want to marry either Hadrian or Valdemar, but the truth is she is in-love with the Margrave. They rode back to the palace and all the while; Hadrian was fuming with anger as they approach. He will give this duke a piece of his mind, and he will pay dearly for making Catherine go through all the hardship he witnessed. He gritted his teeth almost as if he is growling and it did not escape Albert’s notice. They entered the palace through the front gate witnessed by the soldiers who were scrambling to search for their princess. Henrik, Agnetha, Isabella, Svend and Valdemar rushed to meet them. Catherine and Hadrian’s eyes were so fixed on Valdemar that he stoppe

“To be honest, if you let my son sleep with you for a night, maybe I’ll consider your request.” Catherine frowned. “I’m sorry, but I’m here to negotiate with you and not to talk about sex. I think you’re mistaken.” “The mistaken one is you. You’re the one begging me now.” Titus was expressionless. “Yes, I’m begging, but I have my principles. Money can be earned again if it’s lost, but if all principles are gone, that’s beyond saving.” Although Catherine regretted coming, she had tried her best, and she accepted the reality of things. “Since you’re not willing, forget it. However, I hope you can consider it properly. After all, no king in history hated having more territory.”

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

It was very difficult at first, but things got a lot easire and better and time went on. Soon enough, they would find a mate for me, but the thought of having one irritated me. That was one thing about being born into a royal household, all they cared about was power, alliance and influence and women were a tool with which they sought and end to their means. At this point of your life you would be asked to throw you emotions out of the window and marry whoever it was they asked you to marry, even if he was old enough to birth your mother. All I wanted was revenge on my former mate, the one who had set me up and led to my current predicament. A taste of revenge was all I wanted and I wasn’t g

I didn’t know if it was rage or the frustration of the past days, or guilt, some twisted ache in my chest…but I was breaking apart by her charms. A tight knot coiled at the pit of my stomach. Ignoring the protest of dax in my head. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going further. My eyes met her lust filled eyes and without giving her time to react. I spun her around, slamming her back against the opposite wall hard enough to shake the whole room. Her eyes widened, lips parting, of course not with fear, but with pleasure… sometimes I forgot that Catherine was more than a decorated princess who can't lift up a sword. She is a born fighter and a leader of a troupe in her fathers legion.