Catherine 1 Novels & Stories

“Get her ready before sun down, I don't care how it happens. Damon will get me ready.” “Yes your Majesty,” “Excuse me?” The adorable woman before me shrieked, slapping at my hands. “No. Okay? No can do! First you had me abducted and brought me here to be your bride, against my will. I had no interest in mating with you!” The beast snarled again, his fury pulsing through my veins. Must mate. Mine. Ours. “You've barely said three sentences to me. You deflected my questions,” Catherine ranted on. “I don't even know your name-”

Damn him. “I’m not asking you to believe me right now. I just want… another chance to show you this is worth it. What do you say?” His eyes were on mine like he truly cared what my answer would be, and that’s what threw me off. There I was—Catherine. The woman who didn’t believe in love. Who didn’t want complications. And there he was—a billionaire who could have anyone, and for some reason, wanted me. “I don’t know…” I said, my voice unsteady. It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t a yes. It was my way of leaving myself a way out, just in case this all fell apart.

Before she could react, Catherine continued: "Juliet, you schemed and plotted to steal everything from me, but in the end, everything returned to its rightful place. Don’t you find yourself pitiful?" "No! I’m not the pitiful one! You are! You’re the one who lost to me! Catherine, why didn’t you die?!" Juliet suddenly went mad, pounding on the glass partition. The wardens rushed over to restrain her, and Catherine stood up. Before leaving, she said: "If there’s anything I regret most, it’s saving you from those human traffickers all those years ago." With that, Catherine walked away without looking back, and Juliet stopped struggling. Her entire body went limp, drained of all strength.

I nervously laughed a little taken back by her sudden change in demeanor. Her body language showed how completely serious she was about the entire situation. "You've managed to reach into Salvatore's bed. Something no other woman has ever been able to do. Not even the royals, this has happened one too many times already Isabella." Catherine spoke. "Try not to get infatuated or enthralled by him it'll do you no good Issa. It's best to stay as far away from the prince as possible." My heart dropped hearing Catherine's words.

"Mother!" With a fluid, menacing stride, Queen Catherine was right before him, waving her finger in his face. "You will do as I say, Cedric," she said firmly and authoritatively. "You will marry Chloe Clermont and she will bear the next heir to the throne. If you defy me, Juniper will pay with her life." Cedric grew frightened. He was well aware she wasn't kidding. He grew up watching her destroy every single thing he ever loved. He couldn't let Juniper join the list. NEVER! He was going to let her go even if it meant hurting her feelings.

I then started taking off his clothes. Writer's POV As Kira takes off Keith's clothes, Catherina felt really restless in Derek's house. She's been left alone and had nothing to do. She was still thinking of how she got out of her house when clearly she fainted in the house. She also wondered how and why her scream could make Kenn get injured like that. She didn't know if Derek had the answer, she only felt it was nice to ask. She also wanted to ask her if he would send her out of his house soon. She really didn't want to go back to that house where no one cared about her. Where her existence didn't matter. Where she was treated like rag. She felt it was safer here. She had this strong feelin

“Father, when are you going to let me have a turn with her? She’s been here half a year and I’ve only gotten to watch.” Brian lifted his boot just enough for me to breathe. “Patience, boy. She’s still useful as a warning. Break her too fast and the fun ends.” I kept my eyes on the floor. The blood smelled like rust and fear. My own blood joined it from my cracked knuckles. Catherine Hale. Daughter of Alpha Declan. Last living thing from Ashen Ridge. Now just a rag in their hands. Ben’s boots stopped beside me. I saw the shine of them inches from my face. “Look at me.”

My wolf howled inside me, clawing at my control, demanding I go after our mate. But she wasn't our mate. She was a liar. A fraud. A woman who had looked me in the eyes and fed me pretty stories while all this while, harboring the thought of escape. Catherine remained, her expression appropriately concerned. "My darling, I'm so sorry. I wish I had been wrong about her intentions…" "Leave." The word came out flat. Dead. She hesitated. "But Your Majesty…" "I said leave now!" The command cracked through the tunnels, power and authority mixed with it. Without wasting any seconds, Catherine fled.

I scoff, “Yes, but she volunteered me, hoping I’d fail. I want to make something that even she can’t deny is special.” I smile, “That’s the hope. Wanna see Queen Catherine’s?” Demetria shifts her weight, bouncing on her tiptoes and clapping. “Oh yes, please!” I excitedly flip my sketchpad to Catherine’s page. “Queen Catherine is the epitome of soft elegance. Unlike her daughter and husband, she’s warm and kind. I want her dress to showcase this about her.” Demetria’s gaze sweeps the length of my drawing. “Sienna, it’s beautiful.”

Chad actually laughed out loud, he even dared to ruffle Catherine’s hair," Then why didn’t you tell me about yourself?" The blonde girl took a deep breath and glanced at Chad, “What do you want to hear?” “Everything.” “Very well, I am Catherine Windsor, the eldest daughter of Edmund and Daisy. I have a sister who looks very attractive and attracts attention. My sister is married and has a husband who is considered a useless man.” “Then?” Chad asked, furrowing his brows. “What else do you want to tell me?” Catherine replied with a deep breath.