Catherine Heartless Novels & Stories

the view here is incredibly fascinating, but it can’t make my heart feel fine or neither amaze. “I think he is not really alone” a voice behind me “What makes you think he is not alone?” “You see Mr. Carter, there are a lot of stars and moon at the same galaxy where the sun is, it’s just that he is the brightest of all the stars and he shine on different time here on earth.” “Well he looks alone to me” “He is just too bright that it overpowers the other stars. Not because you cannot see it means they are not actually there.” “Well said, anyway what should I call you again?” I turn and face to the woman Andrea hires for me

he whispers. The woman looks up at him, and I let out a gasp, causing her eyes to meet mine instead; eyes that used to be the most beautiful shade of ocean blue, but are now as black as the void. “Mom?” End of The Heartless Hybrid Queen

"Do you love him, Cath?" Catherine took a deep breath and said, "I can't feel that emotion properly, but I admit... my heart aches when he sides with someone else in front of me." "It feels like seeing Keenan back then. I feel alone; I'm rich and powerful, but I can't conquer what is mine now," Catherine said. Keira wiped the tears on her daughter's cheeks, her sharp eyes then signalled as she said, "Where is my daughter? Where is Catherine Chandra, who promised to repay everything without tears?"

Catherine took in a sharp breath and decided to snap out of the dirty thoughts. "You never failed to remind me that I'm no good for him, and yet, look at him. Won't you just be too proud to give him a clap? He fucking cheated on me." Cassian didn't say anything. Soon enough, Catherine grew tired waiting for whatever his reply would be, she just decided to finally lean back on the passenger seat and just relax. One thing's for sure, she doesn't know what will happen after this. She doesn't even know what has gotten in her that made her go with him, but she doesn't care anymore. She would even be thankful if he'd take her life at any given moment. It's just that... she doesn't have any will to

She was never happy in the bed department. Catherine, on the other hand, was the boring one. She was the prim and proper type, and had been boyfriendless for two years now, not that she wanted to risk another heartache again. After all, her ex was nothing but a jerk who left her for some whore, emptied their life savings, and she had been heartbroken for a couple of years now, and since then, she had succumbed to her haven, to her tedious self, never ever dating again.

A happy and sad one, it is more like a mixed emotion. I wiped the tears from my eyes quickly, afraid that someone might see since my sisters are always entering my room. My name is Catherine, but my friends and family call me Cathy. I turned 22 last month, June 24 to be precise. I am done with college, graduated from Harvard University with a first class in Business Management, got my masters degree also in business management in Cambridge University. Never had a boyfriend or been in love probably because I've been busy with school and trying to find a balance in my life. I am 5ft 3inch, and curvy.

I wouldn't let them go just like that. "What are your names?" I question loudly. "I'm…I'm Regina" the pretty one stutters. "I'm Katherine" the other replies boldly. "I'll back to the both of you later. You'll serve as examples to other gossipers. Now fuck off" I say harshly and they both scurry off. The other girl's boldness was something else. So they all think I could have sex with just anybody. That's all I've been doing lately. Fuckkk. When did I start caring about what people think about me? I don't give a shit about being a better person. I enjoy being a bad person. It suits me so damn well. I walk into my hotel room angrily

TYLER. “Fuck me, Tyler.” Catherine’s voice was breaking, and there was nothing in the world I wanted at the moment but to do that, to make the asshole pay for hurting her. But I knew I shouldn’t. “Look at me, baby… You can do this.” I kept holding her face and trying to calm her down, but I knew with her heat and the pain shooting in her chest, I was asking for an impossible thing. More tears poured down her cheeks as she shook her head, and my broken heart kept breaking.

Kilala sya sa larangan ng negosyo dahil nga siya ang hahalili sa kanyang Ama, at mas lalong kilala sya sa pagiging malapit nito sa mga babae, hindi mo din naman maipagkakaila ang bagay na iyon, base sa kanyang postura, hindi na kaduda-duda ang bagay na iyon. I glance at him again at naabutan ko ang mariing titig nya sa akin, hindi ko alam kung bakit sa tuwing titingin ako kanyang madilim na mga mata ay para akong nahihipnotismo nito, at hindi ko din mapigilan ang kakaibang tibok ng aking puso.

Arthur vowed, pressing his forehead against hers, “no matter what comes.” Back in her lonely apartment, Catherine’s mind was a tempest of dark thoughts and bitter memories. She replayed every cruel twist of fate that had led her to this miserable existence. Every smile Arthur wore with Isabella was a fresh wound, every tender word exchanged between them a mockery of her own lost happiness. Her fingers curled into fists as a plan began to form—a desperate, dangerous scheme born from a heart shattered beyond repair. She would not be a forgotten ghost. She would rise from the ashes of her pain and reclaim what she believed was hers—Arthur, or at the very least, his ruin.