Catherine Bybee Books Novels & Stories

"Let's drive. Hurry up. It's late, and we still haven't eaten." Harley tucked in his shirt and straightened the sweater he'd messed up earlier. If he started the night thinking Cassandra was an unreasonable and bossy woman, After watching her tonight, this incredibly stubborn woman was, ironically, fighting for people who had no money or clout. He couldn't easily talk smack about her anymore. The night deepened. Catherine leaned back on the living room sofa. A thick sketchbook rested on her lap. Her pencil moved fast, drawing line after line.

He had made her fall in love for years without realizing that happiness would eventually lead her to suffering. Catherine asked to stop at a bookstore to calm herself by reading some self-help and business idea books because, as Noel had mentioned last night, her father wanted to recruit her as a director. Dhira didn't join her; instead, she headed home to prepare for Catherine's tasks for the next day. The bookstore wasn't too crowded; it was a quiet place with warm, yellowish lighting that was easy on the eyes, and the soothing scent of lavender aromatherapy filled the room.

Isla might be right to tell her not to let George know about the pregnancy. She had always known nothing could happen between them, and now, with Katarina’s visit, it made it all too certain. That afternoon, the library was quiet except for the faint shuffle of old paper. Catherine stood by the window, sorting a cart of books. George was passing by when he saw her, and he walked up behind her. “Busy today?” Catherine startled and turned. “What? George tried to keep his voice light. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

abck while smiling and walking without looking at the front because she thought everyone left but how wrong she was . Because as she took her steps further she stumbled against something from which made her phone about to fall from her hands but she found a rugged yet warm palm to hold her hand stopping her phone from falling . "Careful Ms. sareen.. I don't want you to hurt yourself again in any way .." She darted when eyes above and found this dark orbs staring straight into her Amber eyes intensely which made her hurt skip a beat until she saw his devilish grin crept back on his face which made her snap hand away from his grip.

Catherine’s POV The hallway feels off today. Not loud. Not quiet either. Just… wrong. Whispers ripple around me as I pass. Voices fall silent. Eyes cling to me…cold, curious…then dart away like they’ve been caught. Something is wrong. I clutch my books tighter to my chest and keep walking. A group of girls stands by the lockers ahead. One of them is a cheerleader…short skirt, perfect ponytail, phone glued to her hand. She leans in close to another girl and whispers, not quietly enough.

And with my body basically numb from the chair, straining to keep myself together, I have to come to the realization that there might not be anything I can do to be freed. I know Liam is most likely doing everything he can to find me. He’s no idiot, and with not only his smarts but his instincts and money, I know he’ll knock down every door in the state to find me. Even if I am in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of who fucking knows. The door squeaks open, and in comes Catherine. I don’t even see her coming until she’s within twenty feet – her heels continue to give her away. Those damn red soles, parading around like she’s better than everyone else.

Hearing this, Renee, who was about to leave, stopped and glanced at Catherine. Catherine gave her an address. "The Flourishing Garden Villa in the north of the city." Renee acted as if she hadn't heard Catherine and left silently. Once she got in the car, she instructed, “Take me to the Flourishing Garden Villa in the north of the city." Babette hesitated and then said, "Mrs. King, Catherine just had an abortion. She's upset and wants to upset you too. Don't let her get to you." Renee’s face had turned icy without her realizing it.

“I’m not like you. I saved my friends. I destroyed the Hive.” “Did you?” Catherine lifted the bottle, aiming it at Maya. “Look around. Look at the grass under your feet.” Maya looked down. The grass wasn’t just green—it shimmered, a silvery glow spreading from her toes. Tiny flowers bloomed right there in the night. Every step left a trail of wild, hungry life. Not normal. Not safe. “You’re not a healer, Maya,” Catherine sneered. “You’re an accelerator. You make things grow until they burst. You’re gasoline on a fire.”

Catherine rolled her eyes, but I saw her fighting a smile. “But she's been looking at me,” I raised a brow, feeling strangely self-conscious under the baby’s intense gaze. It was like I was an unwanted, confusing piece in her world that she was still trying to decide how to process or get rid of. Catherine lifted Esme and helped her stand on her thighs, still holding her securely in place. “Well, she just saw a man turn into a giant wolf and kill a bunch of vampires. In her eyes, she's probably wondering, how did I get the same eyes as someone this stupidly brave?” She nuzzled her nose into Esme's stomach, erupting yet another loud, joyful giggle that sounded even more blissful than the last

My father jerked back, his eyes widened. Then the book disappeared. Vanished as it had never been there. "That's just a taste," Beatrice said quietly. "A fraction of what I learned. A shadow of what Catherine could do." My father looked like he might be sick. "You are... You are a witch too." "I am." "And you've been living in my pack all these years. Working as my mate's omega. Pretending to be just another pack member." "I wasn't pretending about my loyalty," Beatrice said firmly. "Everything I did was to protect Catherine. To help her. To keep her safe from people who would have killed her if they knew what she was."