Catherine Heartless Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He lets me go, but after biting my lower lips and sucking the upper one, we both make it to the room where the auction is about to start. Kelly, one of the ladies in our organization, is hosting this part of the show. I needed to flatter her a lot to take this part. She is in her late 40s, her husband died last year, and that’s when she joined us. She is small in height, shorter than my 5-foot-4-inch height, but a lovely, charming woman. Her voice and wit are just what I needed in my host tonight. She playfully starts the show with Evan Thomas. As we start with a bang, women start going crazy and the money keeps getting higher. Finally, Evan Thomas lives up to his ladies man statues and is s

Ace said and placed his hand on top of Catherine's which was laying on top of the table carelessly. Chelsey snorted unladylike and chuckled. “This is interesting. You made a huge mistake with this one, Ace Hampton. From Kisa Queens and I to the daughter of a bankrupt plastic doll.” She said disrespectfully, waiting for Catherine to react to her words. "She did cosmetic surgery because her body was damaged but run along with your made up story, Chelsey. That still won't fix your ruined image." "Fuck you, Catherine Meyers." She shouted angrily, Catherine could feel everyone's eyes on them, some were already recording the scene while their security were trying to stop them from capturing the me

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.

I didn’t know if it was rage or the frustration of the past days, or guilt, some twisted ache in my chest…but I was breaking apart by her charms. A tight knot coiled at the pit of my stomach. Ignoring the protest of dax in my head. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going further. My eyes met her lust filled eyes and without giving her time to react. I spun her around, slamming her back against the opposite wall hard enough to shake the whole room. Her eyes widened, lips parting, of course not with fear, but with pleasure… sometimes I forgot that Catherine was more than a decorated princess who can't lift up a sword. She is a born fighter and a leader of a troupe in her fathers legion.

Charlie looked at her pretty silhouette with a dark expression and wiped his lips hard. Ha! So what if she looked down on him? He would surely teach her a lesson one day. … After returning to the office, Catherine’s head spun from looking at Yule Corporation’s documents for a while. Hence, she started playing games on her phone. When she had finished one round of the game, a player called You’re In My Heart came to form a team with her. Once Catherine approved the request, both of them went onto the battlefield.

"Yes, Tabitha and Elena. He has always loved Tabitha, in all the years that I have met him,he has never not spoken about the witch that stole his heart. I didn't know who it was at a time. There was just this one painting with a beautiful woman he kept in his bedroom. At first I didn't realise who it was until I met Tabitha. She looked a bit older then but now that the spell is wearing off, she looks like the woman in his bedroom. Thabitha is in love with Kathryn, she doesn't even know that Cole would do anything to get her back. " I said. "Wow, so this guy has really screwed up with a lot of women, you said two women, who's the other one?" He asked me. "The other one is Elena, he is obsesse