Catherine Blake Novels & Stories

“Don’t talk about my father.” “Or what?” she mocks, stepping closer. “Your slut of a father—” My fist connects with her jaw before she even finishes. She hits the floor hard. “You deserved that,” I spit, pushing her aside to leave— —but then I freeze. There’s blood. A knife. Stuck in her thigh. She lets out a scream, writhing toward the wall. “Someone help! Catherine tried to kill me!” What the hell—

Ssshhh, don't say anything "He is a demon, and even the thought of him fear everyone, young lady. David Wastle is a disciple of sin and the devil who was brought up in an Italian Mafia household Don himself girl. He dominate Hawkins this whole freaking city with his power he is Heartless He has slain people and taken innocent lives; he is a monster and the devil. Ema kept talking and talking... A sense of déjà vu struck her. His warm breath touched her eardrum as he spoke, "Yeah kitten scream my name." She said joyfully, "David ahhhhhh David ahhhhhhhh." While gripping her tighter, he said, "Yes kitten, yes, remember me, remember my name, I'm David Wastle." "KATE!" As Ema yelled, "Bring her

Jade's POV He's been staring at me for the longest, and that hard on... shouldn't he take care of that already? "Blake..." I moaned his name again, trying to entice him even more. What's wrong with Adam? Why is he just laying here while I do all the work? He used to be good, this used to be good but after I kissed Blake-- I know it sounds cliche but after that kiss, I've been wondering what he's like in bed, is he rough and persistent or sweet and soft? Is he the type to whisper how beautiful I am or will he call me his dirty little slut while he fucks me? I want him so bad, oh so bad.

CLYVE “WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller. I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.

I replied, and King Blake started to walk toward the door. "Goodnight, Princess," King Blake said and then he walked away. ******************** "Aliza, Aliza," I heard Catherine say as I ran through the woods. "You might as well stop running. You can't get away from me," Catherine added. Suddenly I bumped into something hard and fell to the ground. I looked up to see Cain was standing there. He had a dagger to my moms neck "Mom. Let her go," I growled and Cain started to laugh "And why do you think he would listen to you?" Catherine said from behind me. I turned and looked at her.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.

The world once again reels out of focus. Then it hits me. The ways she fucking evaded my questions. My most skilled and highest paid tech. guys said she is a goddamn ghost – and they've never, ever failed me on a job. Turns out, Bella Fernandez is a ghost. Skylar Romanov very much exists. Blue Eyes is a sham, she's deceitful, and she's a goddamn thief. Damn! Even Caryle tried to warn me. "She's involved with some very dangerous people." Oh, she is dangerous, alright. My blue eyed goddess is the daughter of my worst enemy. Skylar fucking Romanov. I'd be damned!

Too gullible and forgiving. I allowed her Anna penetrate me and then she betrayed me to the point of death. What I did now was only the tip of the iceberg. Chelsea is very different from Katya. Chelsea is here for revenge. A few hours later, the party started. Males and females came into the living room which had now turned into a disco hall. I watched every one that came in, looking for my prey. Searching for who to kill until I found her. Yes, there was no one better to kill than Monica.

Instead of me, the wolf hit Felix. “Felix! Oh My, God!” I don’t know what to do anymore. Felix fell from the peak of the stairs to the ground. His head even made a sound. I rushed downstairs. I should help Felix. I should fight the wolves. The other wolf jump onto me but I kicked him straight in the eye. I rushed to help Felix and aid him. I tried to reach for the knife but the wolf hit me again with its paw. “Catherine!” Mom screamed upstairs. She rushed to help us. A dagger on her hand, which I didn’t know she has inside her room. She straddled and attacked the dark gray wolf that I hit in the eye.

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"