Catherine Parr Novels & Stories

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

I looked up at the stupefied, pitiful woman who was standing in situ. Did she go downstairs to get a drink at this time of night? Dowen reached out and turned on the lights in the parlor. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Catherine. She wasn't wearing her white nightgown properly. More than half of it slid down, revealing half of her fair shoulders, which was very tempting. Catherine quickly reached out and pulled her nightgown up. Her two hands tightly gripped her clothes, her face full of embarrassment. "Is it yours?" Patricia pointed to the bottle in her hand, and her tone became serious.

PERSONALITY : Cold, merciless, hates disobedience and untidiness, likes to be the dominant one and hates to be controlled. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...° FEMALE LEAD: Catherine Hemsworth. FATHER : Hilter Hemsworth. MOTHER : Marine Hemsworth. AGE : 20. PROFESSION : Graduated with a law degree. PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit.

" If Withal praised others like this, Paxton would definitely refute him. Few people in the world could be that excellent. But Catherine was indeed such a perfect person. Some things might sound unbelievable, but some people had the personal charisma to make others believe it was all true. Catherine was one of those people who had the personal charisma! After examining it, Catherine came to a conclusion. She raised her eyes, her cold gaze falling on the chief attendant. She faintly opened her mouth and asked, "He died of heart failure?"

The bitch was getting what she truly deserved. Catherine gracefully walked towards the entrance of the mansion, making sure to keep her steps slow and steady like she had been taught by her chaperones. She felt a sense of triumph tonight, not just because she had put Evelyn in her place but also because of a certain someone. With grace and elegance, Catherine approached the mansion gateway where her dashing prince charming stood waiting for her. King Shawn stood outside the Jones’ Villa, waiting anxiously for her to come out. He was all alone without any escorts or bodyguards, which was a rare sight to behold. Shawn had decided to personally pick her up for their special date, wanting to mak

She added in that moment, it felt that somthing stabbed Lillian's heart, it was she had already woken up from a sleepless dream, somthing from her memory making her jolt, in that moment she spurned her head in shock as she recognized that name. "Dr Harry!" she Gasped. Lillian expression turned to an immediate frown, how did she know Harry was a doctor. That was the name on the Autopsy report assigned as Patricia Brooks corpes. “Catherine is downstairs, please go help her out with her luggages.” She changed subject Dismissing the question. Lillian standing from the floor to ceiling window watched as a limo Bentley drove past the barred gate across the garden to the mansion stair entrance. C

His mother did not turn around when the door clicked shut. Catherine Hawthorne was a woman carefully, precisely diminished. Once an heiress of immense sharp intelligence and sharp-tongued ambition, fifteen years of living inside Victor Hawthorne had systematically filed her opinions down to safe, harmless shapes. She had learned, through a series of quiet, devastating lessons, that having a distinct personality in Victor’s house was a luxury she couldn't afford. She survived by becoming part of the architecture—graceful, silent, and entirely predictable. She stood before a long stone trestle, holding a slender copper watering can, her movements slow and deliberate. Her silver-spun hair was p

The door opened. Catherine looked out, scanning the hallway. "Is someone there?" Silence. She wheeled back inside. "It's nothing." Her voice was muffled now. "Just finish this in three days. I don't care how. Sterling Group and Adrian cannot be damaged permanently.” Arabella didn't remember walking back to her room. Her legs felt numb. Her mind blank. Catherine could walk. How long had she been able to walk? The doctors had said it was permanent. Spinal damage. Irreversible.

Catherine had an even greater desire to make sure someone she cared about wasn't lying dead somewhere. She needs to do something and quick. She must have been even more exhausted than she had thought because she dragged her feet slightly towards a little tavern as she approached the guard, whose own impatience reflected that of the other guard eagerly awaiting their turn. Aside from that, the woman behind them didn't look very friendly. Catherine couldn't tell if it was due to the natural wrinkles in her face giving her the attention of a frown, or if it was just because she was an old lady, Whatever, It didn't matter. She was way too tired of it to be offended.

I watched that extremely exaggerated interaction, they talked and smiled in a way that bothered me. While I was watching her without her noticing, I think for the first time I actually noticed her. Catherine was perfectly beautiful, well educated, knew how to impose her presence anywhere she was present, it was not difficult to draw attention and could easily be considered with a princess as Agatha did. And if I wasn’t so strange, I could fall in love with her, but I knew that this was not a risk that I would take, because I was never the type to surrender to a feeling as superficial as love.