Catherine Kansas Novels & Stories

Catherine, seeing Marshall's serious and stern attitude, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. "Professor Hartley, what do you want me to confess?" she asked. Seeing her somewhat indifferent attitude, looking casual and carefree, Marshall couldn't help but feel angry. "Confess. Who are you, and what is your purpose at Styre University? Or, why are you in the lab?" Catherine raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, saying seriously without any ambiguity, "I'm only going to say something once. I'm Catherine Swann, and I came to Styre University for only one purpose—to study! As for the lab, you brought me here."

She had gotten caught up with a client. “I know you usually skip dessert unless it’s a special occasion,” Bruce said as Alex sat the serving tray down in front of Catherine. “But, this is a special occasion.” Alex quickly left them. “Is it? Your birthday was in November and mine won’t be for another seven months,” Catherine said with a little smile. She had short, thick blonde hair and bluish-hazel like eyes. Catherine looked like a proper sophisticated woman in her silk dark blue blouse and black floor length skirt.

Three months later... Today was going to suck. And not the good kind. Nope. The big, sweaty, hairy donkey balls variety. He thought he'd been prepared for this, but the shift in his gut said otherwise. Biting back a sigh, Nakos Hunt glanced from the two men standing beside him to the wide open expanse of Cattenach Ranch. Two-thousand acres of rolling grasslands and high plains. The Laramie Mountains just to the south were little more than a bluish mirage in the distance, but a slightly cool breeze wafted across the basin to provide some relief from the heat.

The door swung open. A woman stood there. Not Victoria. Someone new. Older, maybe fifty, with cold eyes and a gun pointed at my head. "Eva Cross Morrison," she said. "I have been waiting a long time to meet you." "Who are you?" "Someone your father destroyed thirty years ago. Before you were born. Before he was president." She stepped inside. "My name is Catherine Reeves. Marcus killed my husband and three brothers during a territory dispute. Said it was business. Necessary. The cost of expansion."

Lewis tugged at his sleeve. "Cathy is the daughter that the Melville clan lost and she just asked me to apologize." "What?" Kevin was shocked at this, he hadn't expected such a coincidence at all, he subconsciously wondered if something could be wrong, "That's impossible, isn't Cathy just an orphan? Could there be a mistake?" As soon as these words came out, Kevin knew it was over, the opportunity he had begged so hard for today was going to be in vain, and there was no way Carter would let him go.

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.

“A brief introduction please.” Kate tried to keep her eyes trained on him. Wilbur had suggested she glanced at the other members of the audience from time to time, but Kate decided it was a bad idea. “I’m Kate Reeves. I…spent all my years – for now – in New York with my mother. She died of cancer early this year…” Compassion spread across Thomas' face. “I’m so sorry.” “Yeah…she was my source of motivation and when she was diagnosed, I had just finished High School. We spent my tuition treating her. Then I had to sell my designing machine and the money wasn’t enough.”

I pushed open the door with my shoulder, balancing the heavy tray…and froze. Catherine was sprawled across Kieran's massive bed, propped up on silk pillows like a queen. She wore nothing but a sheer crimson wrapper that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the thin fabric tied loosely at her waist. Her golden hair fanned out around her like a halo, and her skin glowed in the firelight. She looked like a goddess. Beautiful and perfect. Everything an alpha king could want. The bed itself was in disarray… sheets twisted, pillows scattered. I suddenly found it hard to swallow.

"I just..." "No, Catherine," Hayden interrupted, her voice brimming with unwavering concern. "I'm serious. Whenever you're ready, you can tell me. No pressure." Summoning her courage, Catherine met Hayden's steadfast gaze and declared, "I'm ready." She took a deep breath, feeling the air rush into her lungs like a gust of liberation. And then, like a fragile dam giving way to an uncontainable deluge, she confessed, "I'm not Caitlin."

she said as she formed a pout with her perfectly shaped lips. Nate could not help noticing how much Catherine blossomed since moving to his ranch. In the east, she was slender and sallow looking. With the memories of her parent’s deaths no longer staring at her with every place she walked and the hardships of everyday living behind her, she not only blossomed emotionally, but physically. A steady supply of good food and the fresh air turned a pale and sickly-looking girl into a robust, voluptuous young woman.