Catherine Kansas Novels & Stories

the woman asked, her voice hoarse. "That's me. You wanted to talk about Kade?" "Not just talk. Warn you." Catherine's eyes darted around nervously. "Can we speak somewhere private? What I have to say... it's dangerous." They brought her to a small meeting room in the pack house. Dante joined them, his protective instincts on high alert. Catherine accepted water gratefully before speaking. "My name is Catherine Moore. Three years ago, I was a healer in Silvermoon Pack. I was there the night Elena died."

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

Why would Catherine be present here? An uneasy feeling surges through my heart. Instinctively, I take cover behind a vase. The study door is not completely closed, allowing a glimpse of the light inside, which is sufficient for me to see everything within. Catherine is dressed in a deep red gown with slender straps. The clothes showed her perfect figure. Her long hair is casually tied up, and her eyes shimmer with fury. She gazes directly at Kral, mocking him, "I thought you wouldn't forget the promise you made to me?"

Young was seen wearing a gorgeous black dress that Yves Saint Laurent had designed especially for her. I can't even describe the anger and frustration I'm feeling as Alex looks back at me in confusion. I'm not supposed to be feeling this way because I know what kind of person Zayne is, but I can't help but feel like I was thrown away. The way I was replaced so fucking fast is infuriating. I glance at the bag next to the counter and sigh, wondering if I should really meet him again. Because I know for a fact that our next meeting if there's any, would be pretty ugly.

something she had no intention of becoming to any man, no matter what they looked like or how charming they might very well be. She had heard it all, and she wasn’t interested. Katherine was happy on her own. She had great friends, less now she lived in the city away from home. The love of her foster parents Jack and Dawn Nelson, who she tried to see at least once a month on a trip home. Back at the office, Cat had just sat down behind her desk when a tall, dark, breathtakingly gorgeous man came storming through the door, a face like thunder. “Where the hell is she?” he demanded from her.

She was also very intent on showing Ella what she was capable of doing. She didn't care about the fact that Ella seemed distant and cold during the introduction, she was ready to deal with every single member of the family and show them that she could make their lives miserable. After the celebration was over, she went to her room, accompanied by her new maid Maria, a very sweet and gentle lady who kept her mood light until she was gone. The scheming and plotting continued for weeks, unending.

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

It had everything to do with Theodore Cyneric. The man was supposed to be here already! Cathy forced herself to calm down as wiped her damp palm against her shimmering black gown. It was a simple evening gown with thin straps and a sequin bodice and a transparent silk skirt. Of course, she wanted to show off her legs, Ted seemed to love looking at them so why not feed his desires? Her hair fell in brown waves over her shoulders, and her makeup was simple. She laughed. It hadn’t felt simple when she spent hours painting and wiping off her makeup until she thought it was good enough. And she had done it all for a man who couldn’t keep to time.

"You'll see." Okay... creepy. I looked out of the window and prayed I wasn't about to die right now. The car stopped and I looked out of the front window, I was met with a manor. I'm not kidding, it's a fucking castle. What have you gotten yourself into this time, Kasey? Or should I say, 'Kat'? "Come on, Kat." Kane said and stepped out of the car coming to my side, opened up my door and pulled me out.

Mansi is from new money while Rachel is a poor girl on scholarship, she became a maid for Kisa, guess that's how they formed their little group. "Did you do this, Kisa? Did you break in my locker and plant a paint bucket inside? What did I do to you? I've never crossed your path!" Catherine said, her voice quivering. The paint made her body sticky. She felt dirty, how on earth was she going to wash the paint off her? "Stay away from Ace, I'm warning you, the next time won't be a paint but a bucket of acid." Kisa deadpanned, Catherine stared at her as if she didn't hear what the other girl said.