Catherine Jones Novels & Stories

This marriage would definitely go downhill very quickly. "Aunt Mae? Like aunt Mae, as in your sister?" Alex needed to confirm that the two of them were speaking about the same woman because there was no way her aunt would commit to one person. "Yes, aunt Mae, as in my sister." Even William struggled to believe she was getting married. When she told him the news he laughed, hoping it was a joke but unfortunately it wasn't. Aunt Mae Jones was indeed getting married. "Do you know who she's marrying?" Alex asked and took a sip from the water bottle on the side of her bed.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

It was very huge, so many rooms and no one to put there. Jane had tagged along and became her chief of staff. She was responsible for everything that happens in the mansion. That day she was busy selecting appropriate maids for the mansion. Her husband had gone to school so she was bored being home alone. Ever since she entered the mansion, she had never left one bit and she was having that urgency of just leaving. She had not yet bought Neal’s birthday present and his birthday was approaching. She left her room and went downstairs where she found Jane who was busy selecting the maids.

he nodded. "It's Mario, darling," I nodded. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet the girl this guy hasn't stopped talking about for years," I smiled as I looked over to Chris. Mario turned to the woman beside him. She was shorter than Mario. Similar to my height. She had dark hair, close to black, that reached her lower back. She wore a gorgeous, tight-fitting, dark red gown. Mario had dark hair, and he was just a bit shorter than Chris. I'd say 6'3.

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.

He seemed handsome and gentle, as well as clean and warm. On the other hand, Catherine wore a pink, fluffy, gauze, tube-top gown that was short in the front and long in the back. Her hair was dyed an ash-gray color and pulled back into a tall bun. There was a diamond crown worth up to ten million dollars on her head… At one glance, Catherine seemed youthful and energetic. She also seemed playful and pretty… Sharon stood next to Catherine, wearing a bright red, tight-fitting traditional dress. Her graceful appearance was fully apparent…

It is only while she is getting dressed that it dawns on her what has been said in the phone conversation and she tries to speed up. Christopher Harris watches, as his girlfriend gets dressed for work in the early hours of the morning. He does not like the power that David Oswald holds over her. His friends have told him that this will soon change but he does not believe it. Alice looks more besotted with this man than she was with him. That isn’t right; it isn’t right at all. “What can be so important that you have to go into the office at…?” He looks at the clock and sees the time, “Fuck’s sake you’ve only been in for an hour?”

“…I have also paid respect for father. I took Hilda here, she was terrified. I hope that it is fine that Hilda is here.” He looked at Ren – Ai and thanked him. He walked away, and remembered how Catherine accepted the antidote: He was shaking when he touched and slid the door to the empress’ room. She was still unconscious, she was wearing a white kimono, her hands were resting on her chest, it was clear that she was very pale. Her lips which he owned before were now pale, her breathing was heavy, her veins that have swollen and evident have worsen. He knows for sure that he is one of the reasons why Catherine is not fighting for her life.

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”