Novel & Cerita Catherine Bybee Books

Chapter 38 SEBASTIAN’S POV “Breathe with me, Catherine,” my voice was calm and soothing as I held her in my arms. “Like before, take in deep breaths and let them out slowly.” She was as pale as a wilting flower. Her skin was almost as white as snow – just like Brianna’s this morning when she was unconscious. Catherine was struggling to keep her eyes open, flickering them like candle lights amid a gentle breeze, to the extent I thought she’ll pass out at any second.

​Catherine stepped past them, her movements fluid and arrogant, her eyes never leaving the book. She didn't look at Dave or Laura; to her, they were merely the tools that had performed the necessary labor. She was the architect, and this was her final design. ​"You look confused," Catherine remarked, her voice echoing against the vaulted ceiling. She paused before the pedestal, her fingers hovering inches above the cover of the codex. "You thought this was a story of redemption, of a cursed boy and a girl with the power of the stars. But it is much simpler than that. It is a story of consumption."

No birds are chirping in the trees, no dogs or children playing in the street; there is only chaos and war everywhere with people screaming in the background. When I stop moving, so does Catherine. "Have you given up?" Catherine asks, almost crooning. I shake my head. "I would never give up on this world," "So heroic," Catherine picks up her bottle of wine from the ground and dances around with the bottle. "I want to end this soon, pretty girl. I have kingdoms to take over, places to see,"

"Of course you didn't,'' said a girl with long blonde hair. She was Catherine Thomas, popularly known as the queen bee of Maverick High. She was tall and very beautiful and almost all the boys at Maverick High had a crush on her. She also came from the popular Thomas family who were one of the richest families in the whole of the United States. She was aware of how rich and beautiful she was which made her very proud and arrogant. She also looked down on people who weren't as rich or as beautiful as she was. She had her own gang of girls who were always at her beck and call. "I think you need to get your eyes checked". She said rather savagely. "Excuse me?" Amelia asked. "You heard me, if yo

Now, I could only catch snippets of the conversation through the phone receiver: "Jaclyn·Dills, where are you? I've been trying to reach you on your phone all day. Peter said you're on a business trip to the red moon pack. Tomorrow, I happen to have an interview event in the red moon pack as well. I've already passed the toll booth. If you're free, let's have dinner together. Our deputy station manager is also here." Jaclyn·Dills lowered his head to check the time, 8:30 PM, and hesitated slightly before saying, "Alright, where are you going? I'll come over directly." Laughter came through the phone, "Where else could we go, the usual place." Jaclyn·Dills put down the phone and turned around