Catherine Hale Novels & Stories

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

“It’s okay to be scared because I am here. I will be your comedy to your horror and tragedy.” ‘Catherine was cool’ Lyra thought and she was more than a knight in the shining armor. She would say she’s like Maleficent, the one that was played by Angelina Jolie, but the good side of Maleficent who fought and tried to save Aurora. She felt her heart tingled. “So let’s go.” Catherine’s smile was so reassuring and she enjoyed the haunted house because like what Catherine said she would be the comedy in her horror and tragedy. Catherine was making fun of the props. Mocking them and sometimes she pretends to scream so that the others who were silently following behind them would scream, too. Cather

Maxwell and Clay followed me into our apartment. "This is bad, Lucian. Who asked those people to come? The entire settlement will know. According to law, Scarlett will be relieved of her title, investigated and tried publicly," Maxwell said with rage. The truth was we wanted to sweep the matter under the carpet, but now that the entire settlement would know, it would be impossible. I began to weep because it meant putting Scarlett in seclusion. I carried her into the bathroom to help her shower. She had his scent, but mine was stronger on her. I doubted he slept with her because if he did, his scent should be stronger. I wanted to kill him for conspiring and lying against our mate, but we co

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me. “Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy. However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.

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.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

"How awful. She doesn't look the part, but what a foolish woman—betraying such a good husband and family. I understand your worry, Ms. Carter. I'll help however I can. Just tell me what you need." Anastasia's lips curled into a hidden smirk, victory glinting in her eyes as the hook sank deep. **** Charlotte pressed the doorbell of Marcus Hale's modest rowhouse, the chime piercing the gray afternoon hush. Just two days earlier, the crash had stolen both Marcus, Wendell's loyal driver, and the old man himself, leaving wreckage in its wake. The door inched open, and there stood Sarah Hale, Marcus's widow, her face ashen and drawn, eyes bloodshot from ceaseless crying. Recognition hit her like a

And I noticed that she noticed. Zane appeared at my shoulder. "You're staring." "I'm observing," I said. "There's a differ—" "Don't." Zane was quiet for a moment. "Victor Hale. Ex-MI6. Halo Systems. The man collects information for a living. Has done for ten years, just in different suits." He paused. "Why is he interested in Katia?" "That's what I intend to find out," I said. Across the room Victor Hale was still talking to Katia. She was listening with the polite attention of someone who was present but not engaged. She glanced across the room once — briefly, instinctively — and found me. Our eyes met for less than a second. Then she looked back at Victor.