Catherine Coulter Novels & Stories

He was looking around, as if he might know what they looked like. “All right,” Aaron nodded. “I don’t know very many people, so I’m afraid I won’t be much help.” “I see Catherine over there,” Ward said, pointing at a short blonde woman dressed in a dark crimson gown talking to a small cluster of other women who appeared by their dress to all be Hunters. “I’m wondering if that isn’t Margot with her. They are both from Russia. We need to find the two Americans and we have another Brit as well, though I believe he’s from the Liverpool Area. Name’s Clive.” He was still glancing around and caught Catherine’s eyes, gesturing for her to come over. She appeared to be tying up her conversation, so Wa

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Matteo started, he pulled out another picture from the envelope and dropped it on the table for Spade. He took it and clenched his jaw when he saw who it was "Sullivan Steel, a professional hired assassin, he runs an academy for assassins" Matteo explained but he knew Slade already knew that, Sullivan was one of the people who didn't see eye to eye with Spade, so it wouldn't surprise him if Sullivan wanted him dead, or if he was paid to kill Spade "His men did the shooting didn't they"? He asked and Matteo just nodded, he sighed out heavily

The colors were a tad feminine for a man. “You doubt me?” “I don’t mean to, Catherine. I know you are one of the best trial lawyers in the tri-state area. That’s why I hired you. But it looks grave. Drink?” “Make it non-alcoholic.” She didn’t drink when she was working. “And, yes, it looks grave, but not hopeless.” Cameron walked over to the cream-colored minibar. “Is club soda all right?” “It’s fine.” Cameron began fixing her beverage. “Has the PI you hired found anything?”

"Yes , I live alone. I lost my husband last summer. I have a son and a grandson but they only visit during the summer break" "Oh, so sorry about that ". "Thank you ". "What is your name?". "Catherine. Catharine Hart" She added the Hart when Anthonia raised her eyebrows. "About the murder that happened next to your apartment recently. What do you have to say? Did you hear any sound or saw anything suspicious?". "About that...." she smiled nervously, avoiding eye contact with any of them. " I do not know anything neither did I see or hear anything ". "Where were you on the day of the murder?".

Adalyn It was a whirlwind of activity, and I was not happy to be up at four a.m., but today was the day of the Hunter's ball and we were all getting everything packed up in the vehicles. Rainn made sure to go over everything that I needed to know before we got there, including the names of the council members, their mates, and children. The head of the council is Arthur Tobias. His mate is Charlotte, and they have twins, Oscar and Octavia. Then there's Felix Oberion, his mate Ava and their daughter Evelyn. Albert Warren, his mate Sophia, and they have a son Declan and a daughter, Dana. Ernest Thompson, his mate Amelia and their daughter Alice and son Allen.

She blurted out, "Your Honor, has there been a mistake with the victim's information? How could it be my mother's name?" The judge frowned at her. "The victim's identity has been confirmed through multiple channels. It is, indeed, Margot Sinclair."

Damien placed his men around the café before Elena went inside. Catherine was already there. She looked older than Elena remembered, tired and worn. She stood when Elena approached and thanked her for coming. Elena said she was there to listen, nothing more. Catherine’s hands shook as she spoke. She said she had spent thirty years pretending not to see Vincent’s crimes. But she could not ignore the murder of Antonio Russo. He had been a good man, and his death broke something in her. She said she overheard a call between Vincent and Leonardo discussing loose ends. That was when she realized Vincent had planned everything. She began searching his private files.

"That we'd end up here?" "Definitely. She planned everything else." My phone rang. Maya. "Turn on the news. Right now." The headline read: "Catherine Mills Found Dead in Holding Cell—Apparent Suicide." But underneath: "Investigators Find Evidence of Second Conspirator Still at Large." Alex grabbed my hand. "Damien…." "I know.”

Heading toward my own destruction? Catherine Cross was different from her brother. Julian was arrogant. Obvious. Loud. Catherine was none of those things. She was quiet. Careful. Deadly. And she'd been running The Covenant successfully for twenty-five years. Survived every attempt to stop her. Stayed invisible while others fell. She wasn't bluffing about Marcus. She'd kill him. Easily. Without hesitation. And she'd make it look like an accident. "I need time to think," I said.