Catherine Coulter Novels & Stories

he said "Sweetheart, is everything OK?" "Yes, I need you to get the CV of a client that I was supposed to see but couldn't, I need you to get it from him and keep it for me" "OK" Betty "Thank you, I would see you later" Dan said and hung up It wasn't up to an hour, a knock descended on Betty's door "Good day ma'am" Her secretary said lowering her head "Let him in" Betty replied "Henry????" Betty asked in shock as she stood up to understand

His screams made her scared as she darted under the bed with a startled “meow.” "Steve, keep it down. Look how you scared Zowie away. What has got you so worked up?" Catherine inquired, setting aside her favorite Colleen Hoover book. Steven, with his phone, clutched tightly in his hand, was practically vibrating with anxiety. “Just go online, Babes. Hurry!” “Okay, Okay. I've heard you.” Catherine reached for her phone and quickly navigated to the top trending news online. Her eyes immediately widened in surprise, almost bulging out of its socket. All the trending topics consisted of one person, “Aurora Williams.”

she slowly sipped her coffee and gazed cautiously at me like every word she said to me meant a lot to her, she placed the mug of coffee on a sauce plate, dropping it on a mini table beside my bed, I waited for her response and it seems she knows I had already had the answer to her question and it doesn't matter what she said to me, I sipped the coffee she offered to me but I couldn't get the best out of the taste, because her refusal to tell me the truth got me had a mixed feeling about who she is, Is this woman really who I thought she was or she was only faking it, perhaps she was in the games with my abductor, I kept calm, I didn't want to feel nervous around her, and she could sense it "

Updates are flooding in, sending a list of all the names at Alena’s businesses, and I have them check each person. Mary is the key person here, her husband Cole is the one we need to catch, somehow yet he never gets his hands dirty, that is why he is using his wife. Cole is known as Spider. Years of trying to get proof he is behind a lot of bad stuff, all turned up empty because no one close to him was used. I remember him from past missions.

So far he had been able to keep the Don safe from another assassination attempt and while it had been an ugly job, he had tonight and the next few days to forget about the gruesome nature of his job. When he buried himself in Cathy's warmth. When Cathy walked up the stairs in that black gown with her hair over one shoulder, exposing the creaminess of her skin, nothing else mattered – not even the noise, the drunken dancers, and the smell of booze – but the elegant picture she presented. The woman was sexy without trying and the attraction between them had been undeniable from the start. Ted Cyneric was not the kind of man to let things slip past him and he knew he had to have her the first t

the auctioneer announced. Hunter finally looked away from me, clapping once before turning back with a grin. “Beautiful piece,” he said loudly, then added, just for us, “Some things are simply meant to be won.” After that, Hunter made a point of finding me. “Catherine Hanshaw, is it?” he said when Xavier was momentarily pulled away by a donor. “Dalton,” I corrected coolly. “Hunter,” he replied, offering his hand. “I know.” I tried to move away, but Hunter didn't let me.

There’s only one way to get to people like that—anger them, and they’ll eventually reveal everything. The more I goad him, the more he’s going to show his true self. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the city skyline through the large glass window. Too many things were happening at once. My uncle stealing money. Kai acting strangely. Samantha mysteriously connected to everything. And Catherine being followed. Whoever was behind this was getting bold. My phone buzzed. It was Catherine. I picked up immediately. “Hello, wife.” But instead of her usual sharp voice, all I heard was breathing.

Catherine Richie sat in her private study, the same room where she'd planned twelve deaths over the past five years. Her fingers traced the rim of her crystal wine glass as she stared at the photographs spread across her mahogany desk. Twelve faces, all looking so similar it was almost eerie. Twelve young mothers who had dared to touch what belonged to her. The latest photo showed Emily's frightened face from the security cameras. Catherine picked it up, her manicured nails digging into the paper until it crumpled at the edges.

I’d left the lounge before I did something stupid, pacing the hallways of Daleton until my phone buzzed in my pocket. I almost didn’t answer when I saw the name flashing on the screen. Dad. With a curse under my breath, I swiped to accept. “What?” “Grayson,” his voice was low, tired. “I thought you should know… your uncle Cole is back at the estate. He’s… keeping Catherine in check.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles ached. That name. Catherine. The witch who wore my mother’s jewelry. The woman whose hands were red with her blood.

She manages to deceive him for a whole year until her cup finally gets filled. After four months he goes to a nightclub and brings back a lady. They do their thing and the lady leaves the next day. Bella, as usual, goes to kill her. She has no idea the lady is the daughter of one of the deadliest mafia bosses in Italy. Killing her isn't easy because she fights so well, but Bella still manages to get her down. She is about to leave the place only to come face to face with Conrald and his men. Before she can say a word, gunmen pull up and finish off nearly all of Conrald's men whom he brought along.