Catherine Jones Novels & Stories

The one on top was peeking through the slit of her glistening black & gold gown dress that she was wearing and I licked my lips as my eyes trailed down the long and sexy leg. Catherine was a very sexy woman. She was tall and had right amount of curves in all right places. Her pretty face was that one that could make every man lose focus and heck don't get me started about the big D-cups that she carried on her chest. Probably the first thing that attracted me to her. I was a sucker for fat boobs and there were without a question my biggest turn on in a woman. Catherine's blonde hair was tied up in a tight ponytail atop her head and her heavy upper lips were painted in dark maroon lipstick an

I should be given an Oscar for my performance today. Joseph tightened his grip on my hand as Joshua's words cut through the air. "Mary, gotta say, your sister Clara is quite the looker, god, have you seen that body?" Joshua remarked, his tone dripping with sleaze. "Can't wait for the wedding night, if you know what I mean. I talked to her a few times. She seems so innocent, so pure. Naïve. That’s my type."

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

Joanna said. “Oh, yes,” Catherine said. She spoke a perfect dialect. That was one of the things needed to be a good attorney. Her short blonde hair was cut to frame her face. She wore a black skirt, a matching jacket, and a white blouse. She was very slender and the same height as Bruce. “But, I can’t shake the feeling we’ve met before.”

We had rewritten the permanent ledger of the financial markets, and now we were cementing a lineage that would stand for a century. I carried Catherine back up the marble steps of the eastern terrace. Jessica was standing by the balustrade, her emerald silk lounge gown catching the gentle afternoon breeze. She looked like a flawless, modern deity reigning over an empire of her own creation, her face illuminated by the brilliant golden light of the sun. I reached the top of the staircase and set Catherine down gently as she ran off toward the main lounge to show her nanny a new drawing. I stepped up to my wife, my arms sliding around her waist from behind, pulling her hips flush against my fr

“This month’s medication.” I stared at the bag without speaking. Jaime frowned at my lack of reaction. “What do you want?” I threw the bag back. “I do not need it anymore. Take it. I will not need it again.” Jaime paused and blinked her long eyelashes, surprised by my words. She knew I had risked my dignity and life to save my mother. She quickly recovered and scoffed. “Joseph, do not play games with me. I told you. Your mother killed my mother. You will suffer for the rest of your life.”

I stood. She spent the next hour transforming me with the efficiency of someone conducting military operations. Hair. Jewelry. Dress. Not once did she ask my opinion. By the time she was done, I barely recognized the woman staring back from the mirror. The dress skimmed my body like liquid silver. My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders. For a moment, I simply stared. Maren adjusted a final pin. Then stepped back. “There.” I swallowed. “This seems excessive.” “It is the full Moon gathering.”

One of the pliceen spoke up. "Can you just go straight to the point already" Jace snapped. "There she is,Miss Catherine Jones,you are under arrest for the murder of your father,Mr.Gabriel Jones, you have the right to remain silent for anything you say or do can or will be used against you in the court of law". Catherine stood at the foot of the stairs,tears streaming down her cheeks but the emotion in her eyes contradicted the tears. Pride,No remorse.

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.

“It’s okay to be scared because I am here. I will be your comedy to your horror and tragedy.” ‘Catherine was cool’ Lyra thought and she was more than a knight in the shining armor. She would say she’s like Maleficent, the one that was played by Angelina Jolie, but the good side of Maleficent who fought and tried to save Aurora. She felt her heart tingled. “So let’s go.” Catherine’s smile was so reassuring and she enjoyed the haunted house because like what Catherine said she would be the comedy in her horror and tragedy. Catherine was making fun of the props. Mocking them and sometimes she pretends to scream so that the others who were silently following behind them would scream, too. Cather