Catherine Kansas Novels & Stories

Calculated. "Before the meeting," Catherine began slowly, her voice regaining its cool edge, "I need you to look into something." Her PA looked up from the tablet, curious. "Of course, what is it?" Catherine’s gaze flickered back to where Kendall had been just moments ago, her jaw tightening slightly. She couldn’t let this go without confirmation. "I want you to find out if the woman we just saw was Kendall Carter. And if it was, I need to know if she’s pregnant."

“Catherine is a wonderful conversationalist.” “To you,” Trevor stressed with annoyance as he poured champagne in their glasses. “Just once I’d like to see that woman let her hair down. And breast implants and ass injections wouldn’t hurt her one bit.” Christopher chuckled as Selena shook her head. Trevor filled his glass to the hilt. “Now, which one was she?” Selena asked. “We didn’t get to speak with her tonight,” Christopher said. “You didn’t meet her.” “But for future reference, Catherine is a lawyer who has short blonde hair, a flat ass, and no chest to speak of, not even small lumps. She has thin lips, but pretty blue eyes.”

She really needed a break from acting like she was fine like she didn’t have a care in the world. Catherine swiftly walked through the ladies’ room lounge to the sink and stall area. She turned to look in the mirror and took a deep breath. After blowing out, she stared at herself. Granted, she wasn’t a raving beauty – never was. She was thirty-six, but not bad looking for her age. Her breasts were small – barely a B-cup, but firm. Not the huge honking front runners like Beverly’s breasts. Catherine’s form was slender, very little fat on her. Not like Beverly’s side of beef backside and thick waist. Yes, her hair was thick, short - framed around her face, but easy to take care off. Not like

“You’re talking nonsense. You just got lucky I missed.” Alicia smiled, playful and cruel. “Betraying your brother muddled your brain. The past will keep hunting you. Hiding in the streets can only keep you alive for the mediocre life you chose.” Kane flinched. “Who the fuck are you?” “I’m someone here to make a deal,” she said, grinning. “A friend.” “That’s not an answer,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “My name is Catherine Alexander.” His gaze sharpened. “The missing daughter of Alexander—the CEO of Golden Corp…”

She looks more homely and innocent while Kendal feels Adam likes them wild and experienced with less drama. Because to Kendal she considers Catherine to be a certified drama queen who believes in love and principle. Making her angry and wanting to pull at hair until Catherine falls face down so that her pretty face can be ruined then Adam won't be able to look at her or even stand her presence. As Adam kept trying to reason with Catherine, Kendal rolled her eyes at the drama before her. "Catherine please listen to me.."

she asked again, she hates taking advantages of her friend's like this,but she must if she wants to have some answers on her neverending questions "Yes you do, but because of something...that eventually led you to like it.....but we thought that you hated it because you've lost your memories,it seems that your tongue remembered it well"Catherine told her Catherine Castro, a Doctor who has her own Hospital, along with her, she's also rank as the richest woman in the whole world "I see.... But I always have loved Cheese bread...I don't why? But I felt very weird when I eat it, I felt nice"the two couldn't believe their ears on what she just said and was paired in a smile

“Catherine? Why would she—” Catherine enters. Nervous. Holding flowers. “I’m sorry for just showing up. I heard through, connections. That you were here. Having the baby. And I wanted, I needed to say something.” “Okay.” “I’m sorry. For how I handled everything. For taking the NDA. For disappearing. For not fighting harder against Vaughn when he tried to destroy you.” She sets down flowers. “But I also wanted to say thank you. For surviving. For proving that not all of us have to hide. That some of us can fight. Win. Build lives despite them.”

David had annoyingly called each day to ask if Nora had returned, and Catherine had equally annoyingly answered in the negative. Today, Catherine was taking a stroll inside the estate with airpods in her ears and music playing on full blast. She was finally tired of staying home all day long and doing nothing to keep her busy. Many of her friends had advised her to start up a business or invest in the little resources she had so she could make a lot of money before luck shined on her and she was discovered by a company willing to sign her as an actress. Catherine had declined all of them, of course. She saw other businesses as stressful and strongly believed that running a shop or investing

After he said that, he brought his phone to a quiet place to answer it. A strange accent came from the other end of the line. “Hi, Mr. Winters. I’m Catherine. I wonder if you’ve heard about me.” Duke raised his head indifferently. “Hi, Ms. Catherine.” His mother lived in Ascrialia, and she had a quiet life. Ms. Catherine would always go to the manor and keep his mother company. In the beginning, he thought that Ms. Catherine had ulterior motives. But later, he discovered that Catherine was a psychologist with a background in social studies. She frequently visited his mother mainly because she wanted to explore the mental development needs of people in that age group.

Maybe because anger was easier than despair. And anger… oh, it came quickly. Catherine was everywhere. Smiling, playing the victim, spinning the story so neatly that the world lapped it up like milk. She was good. Too good. I watched one of her interviews on a burner phone I’d hidden. Her voice was syrupy, her eyes wet with practiced tears. “I only want Zane to be happy,” she said, pressing a hand to her heart. “And I pray he comes to his senses before it’s too late.”