Catherine Hale Novels & Stories

The one thing she needed the most at that moment was 'sleep' and not some stupid boring party to attend. She sighed and lay on her bed, using the duvet as a comfort for her body, but in less than a minute, the door burst open. They's known other person in that mansion that doesn't acknowledge privacy aside from Alexander, and she had confirmed that when she heard him trip on something and cussed under his breath after he had gained back his stamina.

I struggled to get up, trying to get away from the astrolabe, but Hale seemed to sense the movement before I did, he threw me to the floor after a roar. He opened his mouth wide and drooled on me, snorting and panting, but he didn't bite me. I guessed Kate kept him from hurting me. But my arm was already wounded, and the blood was falling on the astrolabe, like tinder on the haystack. The light was spreading outwardly to Kate from the beneath! The ceremony was about to begin! I had to get out of here! I fought as hard as I could, but Hale's strength was so great that I was completely overwhelmed!

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Raphael says with a mock smile. "Neither did I!" Juliet responds, not missing the look Alexandra gave her. "Also, please come clean my room, " Raphael says. This statement changes Alexandra's countenance. "Am I your maid?" She fires. "No. But my baby sister, " Raphael responds. Alexandra looks at him for a moment before turning away. "I shifted your class with Chris. Since you aren't ready." Raphael says. "Thank you!" Alexandra responds while she forcefully cleans the spoon. She could hear sounds, which kent they were retreating. Immediately she was sure they were gone she drops the spoon forcefully.

She shouted, cursing Amelia in her mind. As she makes her way to her bedroom, she felt a rope being tied to her neck. "Agh!" She shouted after feeling the pain. As the unknown person dragged her towards the stairs, she tried to remove the rope that was tied to her. Kicking her feet, the designer shoes that were newly bought was removed from her feet. She tried to get a glance at the person however it was dark and the only source of light opened was at the garage. The person dragged her and stopped in front of the railing by the stairs. Because it was quite a big mansion, the distance from the first floor to the second floor was quite high. The unknown person dragged her upwards to make her s

His tall body and aura after staying in a high position for a long time instantly overwhelmed the short and stout President Hale. “Fine, since you won’t do it until you’re forced to, I’ll make you regret this. Just wait.” President Hale kicked over the chair in front of him and strode out. When he reached the door, Catherine had her head down, so he did not look too closely. Catherine looked at his back. She had seen this man before. He was Gary Hale from the Hale family. The Hale family was barely in the top 20 families in the capital. However, even he could run over to Hill Corporation so arrogantly now. It was clear that Hill Corporation was not what it used to be.

A woman crawled out of the room, naked, wailing for help. Catherine recognized the woman in front of her. It was Helen Miller, the head maid that worked in the mansion. "P-please! Lady Catherine! Save me!" Helen cried out, hurling herself at Catherine's feet, shivering with frigid fear. "Helen..." Catherine hurriedly wrapped her coat around Helen's shoulders. "What in the world..." Alessandro stepped out of the room in nothing but briefs. "H-he forced himself upon me last night!" Helen pointed a finger at him in accusation.

“Testify, Catherine. Do the right thing.” Silence. Then, quietly: “I’m sorry for all of it. I know I’ve said it before—” “I know you are,” Selene said. She hung up and called Avalon. He answered immediately. “How bad?” “Not bad.” She looked at the city. “Catherine has emails from Hales, three years old proof of premeditation.” She paused. “She’s going to testify.” Silence on his end. “Avalon.” “I heard you.” His voice was careful. “She’s doing the right thing.”

And Marcus Hale, who knew enough to bury me, was in their hands. The door opened behind me. I didn't turn. I knew the footsteps, the rhythm of her anger, the particular silence before Catherine spoke. "You sent them to Celine's house." Not a question. An accusation, delivered with the precision she used for everything contracts, social events, murder. "To clean up your mess," I said, still facing the window. "Hale was your hire. Your recommendation. Your second cousin through that Marchand branch you never talk about." "And Celine?"