Catherine Heartless Novels & Stories

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

"Oh, Avira, you ask too many questions, and I am really exhausted from all this. So Catherine used to be Lucas childhood friend, and what I didn’t understand was how she was able to sustain her relationship with Lucas. Catherine was notoriously deceitful. She had every guy at her beck and call, extorting money from them. She was able to get into Lucas pants, and he fell for it. I heard that she wasn’t just bitchy, arrogant, and rude, but a sex hawker too. She was always around Lucas, trying so hard to convince Lucas to take her in as his Luna, even knowing the truth that I was Lucas mate." "Avira, do you really want me to continue? I am very sure you feel the pain as much as I did and are st

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.

I promise. "Ashley stop!" Kevyn said angrily. "You have no right to yell at him!" Drake said angrily too. "I can't believe you hit that dumbass." Kevy promised me. "Why not? I'm single so it's okay. I'm not like you that even though you're still in a relationship there's a woman, I'm not like you that your own sister was beaten and taken away by your girlfriend. You just proved it even more mine that you're not worth it at all." I said and then I turned to the girl with him. "Keep a close eye on your boyfriend because you might be surprised to find another woman with him in the next few days. No relationship lasts long, especially if it's stolen, remember that. Well, you two are a good match

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.

I stared at the video until my eyes burned. My nails dug crescents into my palms. The pain brought me back to reality, and I clicked 'Continue'. The man on screen moved with rough urgency. He was relentless, causing the woman to cry out in pain. Though his face stayed hidden, the jagged scar peeking beneath his cuff seared my vision. Unable to bear it anymore, the woman pleaded for mercy. Ethan Cooper leaned in and whispered in her ears, "Chiara, do you know how much I want to make you cry like this? You never listen to me. I wish I could break your legs so you'd never leave me."