Catherine Heartless Novels & Stories

I don't believe in any man every time that they will say those words. I love you. They are just trying to get your heart and trust to get what they want, none other than a woman's maidenhood. Then, they will leave you afterward. I optioned to have a boyfriend to have a personal assistant whenever I have a flight or something to do at work. But feelings were not present. I never loved any guy from my past affairs, even in my current relationship. I can't love any men. I can't trust my heart to any of them anymore.

"I can't believe you'd say this to me, Laurel. Seriously, I've never felt this shock before in my life." I nodded and bit my lips. "Right. You would definitely feel shock about it, won't you? I think I'd say goodnight to my daughter now.'' I said and moved to walk past him. He gripped my arm but I moved away from him. "Don't...touch me. I hate you! Why do you always keep on hurting me every single time? Here I was, thinking that I've got the perfect relationship. A relationship when all we do is fight and fuck. Fuck and fight. No future plans. Blank future. I'm never going to get my happily ever after, aren't I? For fuck's sake, people are talking. People are saying that you have been playin

I promise that I will make you regret what you have done to me! She stared at the ceiling. Her heart was full of resentment towards her mate. Jaxon was the only one that she would blame. Why does the moon goddess give her a heartless one? A man who constantly cheated on her mate. She deserved someone better, someone, who would cherish and respect her as his exclusive woman. She bit her lip. She was unaware when she fell asleep. Even in her dreams, she was heartbroken. She hoped that everything was only a nightmare. “Is she awake? Is she fine?”

Maybe because anger was easier than despair. And anger… oh, it came quickly. Catherine was everywhere. Smiling, playing the victim, spinning the story so neatly that the world lapped it up like milk. She was good. Too good. I watched one of her interviews on a burner phone I’d hidden. Her voice was syrupy, her eyes wet with practiced tears. “I only want Zane to be happy,” she said, pressing a hand to her heart. “And I pray he comes to his senses before it’s too late.”

Catherine looks hungry and lustfully at them. “Catherine, you need to calm down,” Kelly says. “I’m on fire and these gods of men are making it worse. Can none of them quench my thirst?” Catherine moans. “No, none of them can. They are not your beloveds,” Kelly reminds her, standing between me and Catherine. “I don’t have a beloved. I feel for him, but we are not beloveds. Olivia and Tabitha were given beloveds, but not m,e. I need to feel his body against mine.” Catherine tries to get to me again, only for Kelly to stop her.

Because from her side, that’s exactly what happened. Catherine wipes at her face roughly before turning away again. “I’m done, Clinton.” “Please.” I hate how broken my voice sounds. Really hate it. But I can’t help it anymore. Richard’s dead. Catherine hates me. Everything keeps falling apart so fast I can barely catch my breath between disasters. She starts walking again. This time, I force myself not to follow. Every instinct inside me screams to stop her somehow. Get on my knees. Block the road. Beg harder.

The kind caused by exhaustion more than sadness. “I’m tired of feeling shut out by somebody who keeps asking me to stay,” she admitted. Malik looked back at her sharply then. Because that was the first sentence all night that sounded close to breaking. Not anger. Not distance. Breaking. The air between them changed again. He took another step closer before stopping himself. “Keisha—” “No,” she said immediately, shaking her head once. “Don’t say my name like that unless you actually mean to do something different.” That stopped him cold.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

With that, he headed to Leo, who was giving the nurses trouble. I watched him go, and something in me clenched. "He's sorry," I repeated his words, testing how awful it sounded. I scoffed and smirked. Bella was right; this man was running away from me, and I was silly to let him. But not anymore. I'm not gonna wallow in self-pity anymore. I won't hurt again when I can get what I want. I don't care how fast you run or try to deny me of you, I am Catherine Hart, an obstinate woman. He taught me to always go for what I want, and well... I want him now. It would be bad not to follow his rules, right?

But Sin’s resolve was unwavering. “Sin, please,” Catherine begged, tears streaming down her face. “Please don’t do this. Please don’t push me away.” But Sin shook his head, his gaze filled with anguish. “I have to, Catherine. I can’t let this go on. I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it’s not. Please, just go. Go back to your life, to your fiancé. Forget about me.” Sin stood there, stunned, as Catherine’s lips met his in a tender, desperate kiss. It was unexpected, a surge of emotions and longing breaking through the barrier of their shared sorrow.