Catherine 1 Novels & Stories

“Where are you going, Catherine? You’re running away just like what you did last time? Still afraid to face me? Afraid of your own father who misses you? The father who had been looking for you for years. A father who’s longing for the love of his very own daughter. Or maybe your mind had been blown away already by your mother.” I wasn’t afraid! I am mad! I am furious. More than that. Hurting him is the only way that could bring justice to my family. He’s like a target I want to shoot an arrow at. I wonder how his wife fell for someone like him. I wonder if she really loves and wants him or if she just wants to obtain the power that he has. Either way, she’s a fool for marrying a monster. “I

Chapter 15 Courtney P0V “Milady ! Milady!! “ I frowned, Reena was screaming and I can sense the urgency in her voice. “Mi…lady” she paused to catch her breath, I raised my brows waiting for her to talk. “Milady, trouble “she muttered gasping “what trouble? “ “there's war.. khaitaan… took Her Highness..His… His Majesty is set to go to war” “What! “I yelled and stood up

"I would never trade a day for silver, gold, or even shekels. Catherine on the other hand, smiled genuinely at the compliment. "Are you ready for Blood Slashing Pack to meet its new Luna?" Catherine heaved a heavy sigh and looked at the door, where they would go through and then back to Philps. "I am more than ready" Philip smiled and held her hands once more and they both stepped out of the door. Catherine was utterly speechless when she saw the number of people that had gathered to grace the coronation. There was loud cheer the moment they stepped out and everyone kept chanting the name of Philps.

Catherine asked, glancing over her shoulder at the doorway, making sure they weren't overheard. - She aroused my attention in another woman, which I was not aware of, but I must mention that Elizabeth must probably have, if not hers, her grandfather. Does the princess of Egypt believe that she has a retrospective that reminds her of an active monarchy in the region? -Astrid questioned Catherine which she denied, they did not know about the stretch that was aligned to the east, they were difficult terrain, even though they were former regions that were under English rule.

He repeated continuously. Catherine was an average tall woman with long blonde hair that fell over her shoulder and down her spine, she has green eyes and smooth facial features that could tame the mind. She was holding two sachets of blood bags in her hands and as Lloyd noticed these, he frowned. "What are you doing?" He interrogated. Catherine smiled exposing white set of teeth "I'm starving, thought you were too busy with your other son. So i had to sort myself out." She explained emphasising the word 'son' as she walked towards her bed and sat.

The walls I’d built up—the ones that told me a rogue was an enemy, and she wasn't fit to carry the Canon name—just crumbled. Since Catherine walked into my life, I wasn't the same man. Her status didn't matter anymore. Looking at the fire in her eyes, I remembered Alpha Grant had said she came from a powerful bloodline back in New York. She had the spirit of a Queen, and she was more than qualified to give me an heir. I leaned down, my lips grazing her earlobe. "You have no idea what you just started, Catherine," I whispered, my tongue tracing the shell of her ear.

being activated by the falling debris—it yearned, it excited. “Take them away,” Catherine said. “What?” Jack was startled. “I said, take them away.” Catherine slowly walked towards the shattered French window. With each step, the chill emanating from her intensified, and the flames and ruins beneath her feet instantly froze. “Katie! You’re insane! That thing will hit here in ten seconds!” Jack roared, trying to rush forward and grab her. “Ten seconds? That’s enough.” A complex smile played on Catherine’s lips. In that smile lay the pride of a queen, the reluctance of a wife, and even more… the resolute determination of the Sterling family heir.

Catherine’s chest tightened as she quickly squeezed Harold’s hand so hard he looked up at her in alarm. “Mother?” he whispered. “What is it?” She shook her head quickly, keeping her eyes on Polly. No answer came. How could she explain that she had tried to kill the girl and instead unleashed a demon who was clearly going to deal with her mercilessly? God, she was finished. What was she going to do? Catherine made her way to her seat, avoiding Polly’s gaze, which had followed her and only lifted when the concubines were led in. Three of them, dressed in pale silks, their hair pinned with jeweled combs. They stopped before the throne and bowed.

18th century… When Catherine took her steps out of the palace, she inhaled a deep breath that filled her lungs. When the wind ran its icy fingers through her hair, she grinned through chapped lips. She was where she wanted to be. She felt alive after so many years, it was just her, the wind, and the heavy breaths. She got herself back as her Yeji called her from behind. “Your majesty. Everything is ready.” Catherine rolled her eyes around. Everything was ready. Horses were lined up in a row, on them the horsemen, the warrior and a new face, his eyes held downward.

Charlotte stood in the shadow of the beautiful imperial palace of Catherine the Great, her mind torn between the baroque architectural detail of the building and the legendary history of its onetime owner. Catherine had been an ambitious German lady who married into a Russian royal family that had been less effectual than its predecessors, and she soon became a better ruler than her own husband, much to the annoyance of most of her male contemporaries. History had not been kind to Catherine, even if it had allowed the beauty of her home to continue to flourish through the centuries.