Catherine Hale Mga Nobela at Kwento

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

I can hand over Aleng Madielaine to the police but there's a side of me that I want to know her life, her profile and her problem. // WyByCa

CLARK I had known something was wrong about Sarah Hale's death for about two years. I hadn’t known anything specific though. I hadn't known about the compound, the physician's notes, or Franklin Adler. What I had known waa that there was a gap. During my early research into Richard Hale, research I had done after I reached out to Victoria, I came across a payment made shortly before Sarah's death to a private medical firm that no longer existed by the time I found the record.

I stop. She raises an eyebrow. "I got a woman in my bed" my voice is small. I'm still looking at her, bracing myself for her reaction. She looks away and blinks for a while and back at me. "Who are they?" "Who?" "You said there were 2 women after Chelsea and before your father's accident." "Oh… Anastasia Love Sterling, Katherine Dale." "Anastasia Love Sterling, the designer?" I nod. "Katherine Dale the heiress from Dale and Harrison Group?"

News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX The article was sparse: Richard Hale collapsed at airport security, dead before paramedics arrived. Apparent cyanide poisoning. Suicide note found, claiming he couldn't live with his niece's false accusations, chose death over fighting lies. "No," Marissa breathed. "No, he wouldn't " "It's fake," I said immediately. "Has to be. Richard wouldn't kill himself. He's too arrogant, too convinced he's smarter than everyone." "Then who killed him?" Catherine demanded.

“Description?” “Woman.” Catherine stepped into the hall. Her face had gone pale. “What woman?” Chase looked at her. “Approximately fifty. Dark hair. Scar beneath left eye.” Catherine stopped breathing. “No.” Samuel came around the corner. “What?” His mother looked at him. “She’s alive.” Nicholas sighed. “Who?” Catherine whispered, “Helena Black.” Silence. I stared. Helena. Victor’s wife. The woman who supposedly died twelve years ago.

She dares to think if she could really make it back alive. Then Hailey bade her bye while Catherine continued on her journey to the Alpha's house. As she walked, she could not stop asking herself why she was doing this. She was supposed to only crush on him, not kill herself for him. To think Danny never noticed her for once made her heart crush into pieces. Yet Catherine couldn't turn back.

Her dark lipstick was highlighted as though she wanted to look tough which she was… The strange woman raised her hand before fisting it into a punch, ceasing every rogue from attacking our men above. “Let me introduce myself,” she began, a smirk playing at one corner of her lips. “I’m Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft… and also, Selene’s sworn enemy.” Recognition dawned on me that this woman was the same woman we’d heard talking to Levi. What the hell? If this Goddess was in love with Levi then who exactly was Levi?

Cold and commanding. “Of course sir.” “I will send you a list, make sure not to miss a single thing.” He added. The call ended. Helen's gaze still on the box wondering who ‘Clarissa Hale’ is and what made her to be dead. “Clarissa Hale.” She whispered but t he name didn't seem to be ringing any bell in her head. She slid back the photo into the box, closed it tightly and took it with her.

“Hale didn't meet me for days, then I heard the news about his death.” “My only friend was gone.” Tears fill his eyes. “I just wanted to confirm that you're really his elder sister, and that's why I sent you to that haunted building.” “You see…I have been investigating Hale's death on my own. The portrait you found was left by me in the art room.” “That shadow was you?” He nods in response. “The girl Hale loves is Lozark Aylestone's illegitimate daughter, Fera.” My heart drops to my stomach. “After Hale's death, she never set foot outside her mansion. She definitely knows something about Hale's death.”