Catherine Parr Novels & Stories

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

“So grandfather was the one who killed Larissa?” “No, son. Larissa still lives. She is alive and well and she is getting stronger. Your grandfather, Ray’s son, was the greatest witch hunter ever lived. He harnessed that skill son and he was the one who led on one Coven ambush where Larissa hid. It was in the mountains of Cordova. There were ten witches killed, and only two of the Keepers died. Larissa faced your grandfather and she was almost defeated. Almost,” my father emphasized. “But she escaped. She was wounded and she was not prepared. A ritual was ongoing and the witches were surprised and the attack led to the safety of three children-”

of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady (who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9, 1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791. Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer's hands; but Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family, these words, after the date of Mary's birth--"Married, December 16, 1810, Charles, son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset," and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.

The next morning, Catherine arrived at Kameron's mansion. She didn't care to give any former notice before coming here, nor did she have the luxury to be polite. All she wanted was to see her daughter. “Let me see her,” Catherine said to the head maid of the household. “I’m afraid we may not let you in,” Patricia responded with a stoic face. She was clearly not happy to see Catherine and was trying her best to warn her off as politely as she could.

“The plan failed.” “Hmm, I underestimated Shaun and Old Master Hill’s courage. Not to mention that Catherine woman.” Charlie narrowed his eyes. He had looked into Catherine’s background before. This woman had only recently become the chairwoman of Hudson Corporation. She was only a hillbilly from a small place like Melbourne. However, during yesterday’s live stream, the woman maintained a calm composure while speaking to the entire nation of Australia—not to mention her sharp and incisive thinking while challenging the most powerful Hill family.

"Don't worry. After having spent so much time with you, Mr. Parker, I've learned how to be as 'kind' as you are. I'll let you watch as your younger sister gets ruined bit by bit." After tying up Catherine, I went to the cage in the bedroom. Then, with great difficulty, I dragged the cage out. "Catherine is K, isn't she?" I asked. She was no innocent angel. That was all a facade! Catherine was a chemistry graduate, which perfectly matched K's expertise. Plus, given her brilliant mind, it was impossible she wouldn't know the kind of depravity Warren was involved in. Both Warren and Catherine remained silent. Chuckling, I remarked, "Not saying anything, huh? That's fine by me."

Catherine’s chest tightened as she quickly squeezed Harold’s hand so hard he looked up at her in alarm. “Mother?” he whispered. “What is it?” She shook her head quickly, keeping her eyes on Polly. No answer came. How could she explain that she had tried to kill the girl and instead unleashed a demon who was clearly going to deal with her mercilessly? God, she was finished. What was she going to do? Catherine made her way to her seat, avoiding Polly’s gaze, which had followed her and only lifted when the concubines were led in. Three of them, dressed in pale silks, their hair pinned with jeweled combs. They stopped before the throne and bowed.

The atmosphere in the room grows tense. "Prince Kral, you should remember. I, the stepdaughter of Elder William and self-proclaimed admirer of yours, have done many secret things for you," Catherine said, taking a deep breath. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, her slim neck revealed in the light, exuding a sense of vulnerability. "You always make me show my weakness first." She opens her eyes, turns around, and runs her fingers across the neatly arranged books on the shelf. Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book.

Catherine, relieved and excited, happily accepted his offer. She rushed to her bedroom as soon as she got home to pick out an outfit for their date. She opened her drawer, which was a large wooden chest with brass knobs and compartments. Inside, she found a collection of her favorite dresses, carefully folded and arranged by color. She pulled out a beautiful red dress, made of soft silk and with a flowy skirt that fell elegantly to her knees. She paired it with a pair of black heels and some simple jewelry.

I’m here because I keep my promises. The room went silent. No one spoke to Lady Catherine Thorne like that. Damian stepped forward, but before he could intervene, the old woman let out a dry, sharp cackle. She has claws, Catherine said, looking at Damian. I thought you’d picked a mouse, but you’ve brought home a cat. Good. You’ll need those claws to survive this family, girl. Catherine waved a hand, dismissing them, but her eyes lingered on Aara with a new, dangerous curiosity.