Catherine Bybee Books Novels & Stories

Maggie laughed and with a wave, shut the door. Indeed she had a club and Phoenix’s Claws, her club was her biggest achievement this year. She would not let anything get between her club and her. Not even the gorgeous and dangerous Theodore Cyneric, she vowed and with that thought, Cathy turned away from the window and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Bryan interrupted, his tone sharp enough to make Sophia flinch, “has a name.” Catherine’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Oh, I’m sure she does. But I don’t particularly care to remember it. Girls like her come and go, my dear. They orbit around men like you, convinced they’re special. But in the end, they always want something — money, status, security.” Bryan’s voice dropped an octave, dark and controlled. “You think you know her?” “I know her kind,” Catherine said, leaning back elegantly. “I was raised around them. The ones who stare up at the crown and think if they reach high enough, they’ll touch it.”

She and Hope have a specific relationship involving chapter books and very serious discussions about the books afterward that Damien and I are not always invited into. Catherine comes every other weekend. She is, at this point, simply part of the structure of things. She teaches Hope to bake. She tells Lily stories. She holds James with the specific tenderness of a grandmother who understands exactly how close things came to going differently and doesn't take any of it for granted.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Catherine reclined on her bed, the room cloaked in the hush of secrets too long kept. The weight of her untold truths was an invisible burden, pressing on her like an insistent hand. The bond she'd cultivated with Hayden was a lifeline in this sea of concealed emotions. It was a revelation that dawned on her like a spark in the night – she needed someone beyond the confines of Mr. Devan's realm. And so, with a sense of both trepidation and liberation, she turned to her confidant.

She smiles at me and we wave as I leave through the entrance. I don’t feel ready to make the drive back to my posh apartment in the city so I decide to take a walk in the beautiful park. My thoughts are cloudy and I don’t really keep my mind on where I’m going. The walkway I take takes me through a small coppice. The silence surrounds me, only broken by the occasional tweets from small birds and the low hum of insects. There we have the first chapter of The Mafia's doctor. Catherine might have had a privileged upbringing with loving parents and money to live a comfortable life but she still has had it tough through school with other children bullying her.

Catherine said with a smile "I am going to go to Kayla's room so we can start our homework," I said. I was ready to get out of there and away from her. Before I could stand, Catherine spoke "Wait. I wanted to say that I understand if you want to stay with your mom. I get that you feel comfortable with her, but your father and I would love for you to stay with us," Catherine said "I am sorry, Catherine, but I want to stay with my mom. I will visit and get to know the pack members, but I don't want to stay here," I said

the woman asked, her voice hoarse. "That's me. You wanted to talk about Kade?" "Not just talk. Warn you." Catherine's eyes darted around nervously. "Can we speak somewhere private? What I have to say... it's dangerous." They brought her to a small meeting room in the pack house. Dante joined them, his protective instincts on high alert. Catherine accepted water gratefully before speaking. "My name is Catherine Moore. Three years ago, I was a healer in Silvermoon Pack. I was there the night Elena died."

Words like these seemed straight out of a melodramatic novel, where a gullible male protagonist got easily manipulated. Vance appeared to fit that role perfectly. She could almost guess what Vance and his friends were thinking. "Oh, Catherine is so considerate and understanding." Please—all she desired was to sit through this flight in peaceful silence, without any further disturbances from them. Yet Catherine seemed determined to make that impossible, as she turned her head once again and called out, "Rebecca, what are you reading there?" "Just something to pass the time," Rebecca replied dismissively, closing the book. "A French book? You can understand it? Cool!" Catherine exclaimed.

Dear readers, Now that this story has come to an end, I want to thank everyone for adding Born To Be My Luna into your libraries and for supporting Catherine throughout her journey outside slavery. I know I have a lot of things I need to learn and improve as a writer, but I truly hope you've enjoyed reading my first book ever on GN. You might not know that each and every one of your reviews mean a lot to me as well as all the detailed comments you wrote in each chapter of this book, so please do not forget to leave a review and let me know what you think.

Bruce stressed. Who deserves to be put down like a dog, he added to himself. He stopped at a stoplight. “I’m sure he did. Let’s not talk about this anymore. I said my peace about it and you said your peace. In a way we agree, we just differ concerning how things were handled. Beverly is young which means she can be more emotional than . . . more mature women. Act before she thinks. She’ll change as she becomes a few years older. Then she’ll make a more appropriate association to spend more time with in the future,” Catherine said nonchalantly as she put her blackberry back in her purse.