Catherine Blake Novels & Stories

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

I said going past him. The look on Anita's face when she saw me said it all. She was not happy to see her, but the feeling was mutual wasn't it? If I could get my hands on a gun I'd have shot her on the leg though, unlike my brother I wasn't capable of murder. "Anita Baker, you little sneaky bitch, you've tied Blake around your little finger such that he does what you say" "No idea what you're talking about" "You too have been kissing and cuddling behind my back"

the old man managed to say. "What's your name, young lady?" he asked me. “I'm Catherine," I managed to say my name with my head down. “Lift up your head," he said, which I gently raised. A sudden murmur occurred. “You look so much like Mica," the old man said. I frowned curiously because they kept mentioning my mom's name. “What pack are you from?" he asked. This was where I didn't know what response to give him. I stood there dumbfounded, looking for an answer.

George ordered. Tracey smiled slyly and had her eyes on Rebecca. "You heard me. Return what's his to him." "My daughter isn't leaving this house." A voice, stern and bold, said behind them. George looked forward and saw Williams at the entrance of the living room, which led to the dining room. Williams walked towards them. "Catherine is my daughter and she isn't leaving this house." He said firmly. "Catherine isn't yours and you know that. Now I see why you were asking all those questions at the banquet that night." George opposed.

The knock on Catherine’s door wasn’t gentle. It was deliberate. Sharp. Like it came with a threat. She opened it, half-expecting Elijah. Maybe even James. But nothing — nothing — could’ve prepared her for Talia Blake, standing in a bone-white coat, a wicked smile playing on her lips like she already knew she’d won. Catherine froze. “You’re kidding me.” Talia’s eyes swept over her, calm but cutting. “I don’t do jokes, sweetheart. I do facts. Truths. And I brought one for you.”

Richard says proudly. But Catherine is over the moon because of this. She’s not just proud of Tristan—she’s glowing from his generosity. She also believes that maybe, if they all play this right, God will look down on them and bless them with justice. So, that afternoon, she takes it upon herself to find the recipient of Tristan’s blood. Catherine goes to a nurse. “I’m Tristan Blake’s mother. You know, the one who donated blood to the sick little girl. I really want to meet her. Our whole family does! Do you know which room they’re in?”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

CHAPTER 1. I REJECT YOU. CATHERINE. "No." The word is cold and unyielding. Standing before Vance, the alpha of the Sylight pack, I have never felt more alone. "The goddess must be joking," he mutters as he stares me down. "Al... Alpha," I stutter, shaking in my bones. "Very well then, let's get this over with. I, Vance Sky, reject you, Catherine Thames, as my mate." The gasps and shock of the members surround me, covering me in shame and embarrassment.

Catherine murmured, then closed the window. She walked to the kitchen, got herself a biscuit and a glass of milk, and took a seat in front of the TV. Today, she hadn't received any updates about the trial, even though Liam had come to discuss it. Catherine was also curious about what would happen next and what actions she should take. “I’m sure the charges aren’t just about the Hart family's crimes against me, but also what they’ve done to businesses and the losses experienced by many people.” “The most unforgivable crime might be... Shena, who killed Assa, attempted suicide, and accused me of being the perpetrator.”

" Just give me a yes or no answer Zayne because at this point, I admit it, I'm paranoid and i'm scared and I'm confused." Zayne came closer to her and grabbed her hand, "vanessa tell me what's going on!" Zayne ordered. Vanessa cut her gaze, her heart raced with fear and nervousness and before she knew it, she was trembling, "vanny, I'm talking to you." Zayne tried to calm her down as he cupped her cheeks in his hands. "I tried to kill Catherine--" "Who the fuck is Catherine?--" " Catherine is William's new wife!" Vanessa yelled as she pulled away from zayne and paced back and forth around the room, rubbing her temples to calm herself down.