Catherine Heartless Novels & Stories

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

"Oh god, let me go, I need to—" "Breathe." He didn't let go, but his grip gentled. His hand splayed across my stomach—my fat, disgusting stomach—and shame burned through me. "Catherine, breathe." "Don't look at me." I tried to cover myself with my hands, with the sheet, with anything. "Please don't look at me, I'm—" "Beautiful." His mouth pressed against my shoulder, and I shuddered. "Fucking beautiful. Especially like this." "You're lying." My voice cracked. "You have to be lying. I'm fat and broken and—"

Catherine said "You are evil. How could you say you never cared about my father? He is your destined mate," I said, and she laughed. "No, he isn't," Catherine said, which shocked me. Her claws started to extend, and she pushed them through my chest and pulled out my heart. I fell to the ground, and all I saw was blackness.

The Rift: High-Voltage Heartbreak "Catherine! Stop!" Elias stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the sparks of the dying electrical system. He looked ravaged. His shirt was torn, his eyes a desperate, bleeding hazel. "Get away from me," Cat said, her voice echoing with a double-tone—her modern voice layered with the melodic, ancient rasp of 1612. She turned, her eyes two burning gold coins in the dark. "I saw the journal, Elias. The real one. You didn't just fail to save me. You sold the location of the coven to buy your way into the King’s inner circle."

“The public love your works? I must say they don't appeal for me because they're all about faceless people in dark shades of color.” Now it was her turn to chuckle then quietly she said. “I guess you're sad again, huh? Misery does love company but I'm currently not in misery. I don't think I'll be a good company." “Catherine Hart, your humor is one of a kind.” “You know I've a thing for heavily baggage emo men, right? It's more like a fetish you can say but emotionally damaged men are my thing because they're so dark and mysterious and you're just a sad man, not a bit close to my ideal.”

I at least need to tell something, I at least need a part of my heart heard. “I know you don’t tell me a lot. And there is still so much I don’t know about you and that’s okay. I don’t know what makes you hurt yourself. And I understand it if you feel better when you keep some things to yourself. But I will help you stay, Catherine. I will help you heal so will you stay. So you wouldn’t have to hurt yourself anymore, so you wouldn’t have to think of dying anytime soon.” Catherine’s eyes turned glassy for the tears that warned to escape but were held in nonetheless. She gazed at me bravely. Her jet-black orbs a mirror of thick ice but I see past them. I see the fragile parts behind the layers

At the Xu family house, Catherine was throwing the things In her room on the floor. She broke anything she could lay her hands on as her mother looked on helpless and with rage. 'How dare that Daniel guy, do this to my precious daughter!' "Mum, what am I going to do now? Daniel is not going to marry me. He literally, terminated all my contracts with the Company, no entertainment agency is willing to take me in. All my efforts are now in vain!" Catherine said while crying out in frustration.

The fact that the fan did not recognize Catherine somewhat annoyed Yesenia, and she made an introduction to the fan at the first opportunity. "Don't you know Super Catherine? She's Peerless Grayson's regular composer. Those famous songs of Peerless Grayson are all written by Super Catherine. Don't you even know that?" There had been rumors on the internet before that Catherine, the sister of actress Audrey, knew Grayson because she was Grayson's arranger. But it was all rumors, and no one had any solid information, so people weren't sure. After all, many people liked to boast and would end up getting exposed and humiliated.

Catherine said, her voice rough, barely above a whisper. The bartender looked at her with something close to sympathy, but he didn’t ask any questions. He had seen enough broken people stumble through his door to know better. She drank. And then she drank some more. Each glass, each shot, was an attempt to erase the raw ache in her chest. The alcohol burned as it slid down her throat, but it didn’t touch the void inside her. The ache in her chest remained, gnawing and relentless. She couldn’t stop thinking about Liam—about the kiss. About Annie. She was nothing compared to her. Annie was everything she could never be—beautiful, desirable, someone who had always been part of Liam’s world, whe

I was honestly impressed. "Ah, young Chase, I didn't expect you to be here. You never liked to do your father's dirty jobs," the woman hissed. "Mathilda. You should've known better than to betray my father," I said grimly. "What's going on, Chase? Are you going to tell me who this woman is?" Meghan asked, her eyes still wide. "This is Mathilda. She is a bartender at this club, but she betrayed my father by stealing money from him," I replied. I couldn't keep Meghan in suspense forever!