Catherine Heartless 소설 & 이야기

“I don’t give a shit where you spent the night or who you spent it with. What I care about is my name being exposed in this shameful way, that’s the only thing I’ve asked of you, Hector.” You could feel the hurt existing in Catherine’s words. She walked in circles around the room almost making me dizzy, I was already starting to despair without knowing how to defend myself, I didn’t know how to deal with pressure. I knew even less how to deal with what I was feeling without even knowing it was possible, Catherine’s fear of not trusting my word was desperate.

Besides,the hotel staff who entered the room to serve the guests was somehow suspicious. "fuck!" she cursed and dashed towards the room. She skipped stairs and jumped off the rails to take the least time possible. She knew in a mission like this,a minute could cost their clients life. It was her last assignment,she couldn't mess around . Inside the private room, Catherine took no time to deal with that scumbag. She was disgusted by his looks. she retrieved a syringe that was tucked safely at the straps on her thighs while the man was busy indulging himself in pleasure trying to kiss her neck,she thrusted it at his neck.

I wiped my own tears angrily and turned to the window again. “I’m too much of a heartless man to ask for forgiveness,” Richard whispered. “But I would like to see Grey again— if he could find a place in his heart to show me mercy…” “You would like that, wouldn’t you?!” I spat, venom dripping from my tone. “I just want him to know how sorry I am.” “Well you can’t! Because my father is dead!” My voice trembled as my rage swelled. Finally, I turned from the window, my fury no longer contained. I walked up to Richard and stared him directly in the eye.

Catherine’s voice cracks as she whirls toward him, betrayal radiating off her in waves. I adjust my grip on her, just slightly, angling her in my arms so she can see the warlock more clearly. Her nails dig into my arm, not in pain—but in fury. She’s trembling now, not from fear, but from something more volatile. The kind of hurt that tastes like heartbreak. That’s what kills me. Her pain guts me more efficiently than a silver blade ever could. Watching it flicker across her face—watching the way her eyes dull and her mouth tightens—makes something in my chest twist viciously.

“So, you are using Asher to kill us all and after that, you would kill him to take your powers?” Catherine shrugged. “Something like that. Although, I love the idea of him being my prince. My prince of darkness and with him around, it won’t be so lonely anymore. But should there ever be a day that I get homesick again, I will kill him and take what is rightfully mine. Because, to return back to my home, I need to be whole,” she smiled.

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The universe’s slow, inevitable march towards cold, dead silence, now manifesting as a creeping grey crack in the very soul of Jack Miller. “What does that mean, ‘spreading’?” Catherine’s voice was sharp as flaked obsidian, her fear sublimated into a demand for data. She was a CEO, a scientist. She dealt in facts, in variables, in solvable problems. This… this was an equation with no solution.