Catherine Cookson Novels Novels & Stories

School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?”

She paired it with a pair of black heels and some simple jewelry. Feeling excited and happy, Catherine decided to make something to eat before getting ready for her date. She walked to her kitchen, She was feeling famished and wanted something comforting and delicious. She decided to make her favorite dish, spaghetti bolognese. She put a pot of water to boil and began to chop some onions and garlic. As she cooked, she couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for Philip's return and excited for the evening ahead.

There was no way that accident will repeat itself ever again. After her breakfast, Catherine zoomed off, unannounced. She had worn make-up and a beautiful nude-coloured bandage dress that could be mistaken for a second skin, accentuating her curves. It made me think she was going out to a party. Or a date. And like that, I was left all alone in the huge mansion. As it chimed noon, I decided to suspend every other thing and make her lunch. I didn’t know when she’ll be back. So I didn’t want to take any chances.

“Why you are so charming. Why I have to realize this too late, “ Catherine, who was increasingly seduced by her brother-in-law’s charm, thought. Her blue eyes were now going down slightly as she watched Nicko’s waist and under. Unknowingly, she was tempted by the fine hairs that were there. Slightly closed, Cathy imagined her head resting on Nicko’s chest. “You must always feel comfortable in his arms, Jo,” Cathy thought. “I feel like I want to be in your position. To be in his arms while playing with his fingers on that perfect body,” she thought. She remembered how Nicko put his arm around her shoulder to get into the car. She felt a sensation that could make the back of her neck goosebump

“Let’s get something to eat. You like pizza, right? I hope so since you are a born New Yorker.” She laughed then and turned all the way around. “I do, but I haven’t eaten a pizza in two years.” “Well, we need to rectify that. you want to go out or order in?” She didn’t feel like going out unless she was going home. “Order in.” **** Catherine was slowly waking up. There was a slight croak in her neck. Then she realized she was being held and heavy breathing was above her. Her eyes popped open. Catherine was in Cameron’s study on the floor – no, on him. She was laid atop of him in his arms. Her memory engaged.

I take a seat beside Rowan and remove the cover of the plates before me. That mouthwatering aroma of the nurse lady's mushroom stew hits my nose a second time. I'll give it to her, she knows what she's doing in the kitchen. “The food is delicious,” I comment. “Of course,” he says, “Catherine is a good cook.” “And a good nurse as well,” I chirp in, my ears curious to hear what he has to say next. He shoots me a skeptic gaze and returns attention to his food. “You sound like you're not okay with her being a nurse,” Rowan blurts.

She was beguiling, and Branden could not help but kiss her gently on the forehead. "Still sleepy?" Catherine moved her body in the bed and nodded reluctantly, acting like a child. Branden chuckled and said dotingly, "Eat something before you go back to sleep. The dishes are ready. "I've made you beef Wellington, clam chowder, meatloaf, and apple pie." Every dish he said formed a picture in Catherine's mind, and she swallowed. Catherine seemed to love those dishes, and Branden was an expert at cooking them. Three seconds later, Catherine finally could not resist the delicacy's temptation and sat up straight.

"Silence!" The voice cut through the murmurs like a blade. Every head turned toward the makeshift stage at the front of the kitchen… It was really just a raised platform where Cook usually gave instructions to the kitchen staff. Catherine stood there. She wore a deep emerald gown that probably cost more than twenty wages of the servants combined. Her blonde hair swept up in an elaborate style that showed off her graceful neck. Beautiful. Poised. Every inch the future queen. Our eyes met across the crowd.

"Tom! You're late tonight." "Evening, Mrs. Farrow." She used Tom's slightly deeper tone, though not so deep as to sound forced. She reached for a plate of scones freshly removed from the ovens. The cook let her take one, having stated more than once that she was far too skinny for a young man of twenty. "Is Katherine in bed yet?" The Irish cook nodded. "Aye. The wee lamb went to sleep easily tonight. Go on up and get some rest yourself."

Chapter 2 Isabella’s POV “That arrogant prick,” I muttered under my breath as I stormed into the crowded investor dinner two nights later, my black cocktail dress hugging every curve I knew he would stare at. My skin still felt hot from the boardroom stare down. I had spent the last forty eight hours trying to forget how my body reacted to Victor Kane, but the second I spotted him across the room chatting with some investors, my thighs clenched again. His eyes found mine immediately like he had been waiting.