Catherine Parr Six Novels & Stories

She loves to listen to classical music, rock music, and kpop. Catherine Edward: Hailing from India, Catherine is an author and law graduate, specializing in Intellectual Property and Copyright Infringement. She is passionate about Lycans, Werewolves, Witches and Vampires, and writes sizzling tales of love and betrayal. Her love for books started from a very young age, when her loving father would gift her books like Russian Tales woven with fantasy. But it was in late 2015 when she found the books of Paranormal Romance author Cynthia Eden, whose books introduced her to the whole new world of paranormals. The more she read the more she got enticed and she penned her first novel in 2016. When

Chapter 13 Catherine step down from the car, she releases a deep breath watching the big mansion with her mouth open, she wonder how the inside would look like when the outside is this captivating. “Wow, this place is really looking amazing, This is my first time I will come to a pack” Catherine said honestly. “You didn’t mean that right?” Gael asked to be sure he heard him clearly. “You won’t understand anyways so it’s useless explaining to you” Catherine replied. They were still both talking when two cars drives in, Jane walks down from the first pink car sexily dress with her heels making silly noise.

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

……… ADAM POV "So what do you have for me, what is the update on Catherine?" "She is a beauty, damn!" I raised my right eyebrow questioningly at him as I asked "Really, is that all you came here to say?" "No, sorry,.." he coughed, clearing his throat and he continued. "There is nothing suspicious about her, she has no criminal record. She is very intelligent, and did excellently well in college and in her master's." "I see, so she is not just beautiful but also intelligent"

’’ Sabrina says. Catherine gives her a look. ‘’If you aren’t with me, then you can go, but just remember that I get you out of that madhouse and you are already deep in this. I have ways to turn this all on you.’’ Sabrina rolls her eyes. ‘’I’m sure we won’t even get a cut out of your ‘fortune’ if you should even be successful. We are nothing but your pawns.’’ Catherine crosses her leg. ‘’You are acting as if you aren’t getting something out of this.’’

"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."

The women assisting Catherine noticed Jericho's presence at the door and promptly excused themselves from the room. Catherine turned around, smiled warmly, and invited her father-in-law to sit with her. She twirled slightly and asked, "Father, I like this dress. Svarga chose it for me, and it seems it will be very comfortable when I accompany him tomorrow." Jericho raised both thumbs, gazing at Catherine's appearance in the knee-length black dress adorned with simple sequins on the chest and a pristine white fur shawl. His eyes widened as this was the first time a daughter had asked for his opinion.

I said nothing, letting him continue. “A friend of mine, he knew someone who could help. He introduced me to Catherine,” Pierre said, his gaze distant. “She was… intimidating. Elegant but cold, like she didn’t have a heart. She made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. She’d cover every expense for Samuel’s treatment, no questions asked.” My fists tightened under the table. “And what did she ask for in return?”

Catherine felt tired of knowing nothing, so she planned to capture this Queen and question her. Though she was unfamiliar with running on four legs, she made use of her link with Zion to access his powers. She darted forward, far too fast for those gathered to see, and tackled the woman to the ground, her snout pulled back in a snarl. Susanne started to chant, but froze when Catherine pressed her paw to the woman’s throat. Stand down. The warning was clear. Catherine would allow no more of this. Several men appeared, and she growled at them in warning, unaware they were her own personal guard. Zion stepped forward; his hand outstretched in awe. As the guard arrested Susanne and took her away

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.