Catherine Petty Novels & Stories

She's freed herself from all responsibilities and all she cares about is herself and her arts. Everything from her ripped shorts that she’s one too many times to her colourful neon coloured hair is original. She sings from the top of her lungs when her favourite song comes on the radio and she loves creating beautiful music. She sings every night in all kinds of cafés and you'll find her in the streets during the day, singing for the crowds and living her life off of tips. Moving to this town Vityhill; she's ready to bless their ears with her talent. She finds herself somehow drawn into a pet store, and right in the corner, past all of the cute puppies and kittens, she somehow picks the "ove

There was still a look of disgust in her eyes. Xyla and Georgie Clementine’s smiles widened when they heard what Catherine said. The anger the two of them had been suppressing for a long while thoroughly disappeared. Every word Catherine said sounded irritating to Mary, who was easily provoked. Mary grabbed the armrests of her wheelchair tightly before glaring at Catherine. “Do you have a death wish?” Mary had checked Catherine’s background and found out she was from an ordinary family without a lot of power. People like Catherine were insignificant to Mary. How could Catherine have the audacity to talk to her like that? She would have to pay for it soon!

She thought. “Fine, and how about that goddess beside him?” Sean added whilst pointing his look to Lady Kristy. “That is Lady Kristy, the healer of Woodland and the owner of this cottage by the way, “Catherine replied with a heavy sighed. Dave then walked out without even a backward glance. Catherine stood there, going over every second of the last hour. Should she smile and continued answering his question, or should she just pretend that her worries were gone? After all, Vnee Medea was still on his side. Unconscious.

“You burned a warehouse worth millions of dollars, and she slap someone in the face. Do you think I'm being unfair here!” Unable to answer his grandfather's question, Jeff stormed out of the dining hall. Suppressing his anger, Anthony calmly said, “Father, I think what my son is trying to say is that, Catherine didn't just slap anyone. She hit lady Estelle, the fourth richest person in the country…” “And she just got invited to a conference with the first wealthiest man in the country.” “But father…” “Catherine had redeemed herself and has proving herself to be competent, time in and time out. It's time she gets the credit she deserves.”

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 said "That's fine. Hopefully, you will spend the night at the packhouse sometimes," Catherine said "Maybe," I replied "I also want you to know that if you ever need to talk to someone, I am here for you. I am sure you are upset that your mom kept all of this a secret from you. I want you to know that it is okay to be upset with her. If you ever need to talk about her, you can come to me. Anything you say will stay between you and me," Catherine said. It took a lot for me not to punch her in the face. I knew she was trying to turn me against my mom. She was able to do that last time, but I wasn't going to let that happen this time, now that I knew what she was up to.

Masters hand dug into my waist, holding me firm on his lap. “Behave” His words rolled through my body, immediately stopping any trace of protest I had left. I tried to focus, to breathe, to keep my head down. Like other pets were doing. but my thoughts kept spiraling, to that moment before we entered. He had almost found out. If his beta hadn’t come when he did... I would have been dead. My eyes quickly darted between the crowd. my stomach twisted as I locked eyes with her… Catherine. She sat near the head table, a clear indication of her rank in the pack. She was dressed in shimmering blood-red velvet, her lips curled into a slow, poisonous smirk.

"That should cover, what, a hundred thrift store tops? Go wild. Maybe next time you'll show up in something that doesn't scream clearance bin. And hey—do us both a favor and stop name-dropping me." He pointed at the cash on the ground like it was trash. "What? Just gonna stand there? Not enough? Oh right—guess broke girls like you don't bend anymore. Go on. Pick it up. Crawl for it." The crowd buzzed—whispers, snickers, side-eyes. "Who is she? Dressed like THAT?" "Mr. Censori's ex. Yikes." "She dumped him? Bet she's kicking herself." Gavin was eating it up.

She heard her father say come in, Marcus is in the kitchen. She heard footsteps. She didn’t look up from the wooden thing. Marcus James looked at the doorway. The assessing expression. At the woman appearing in it. Sandy looked up then. Catherine. She was — not what Sandy had expected. Not because she’d had a specific expectation. She hadn’t. She’d known the name and she’d known Marcus had been checking his phone and she’d known the bottle of wine and that was all. But Catherine was— Fifty maybe. Natural hair, silver at the temples. The kind of face that looked like it had laughed a lot. A quality of ease that wasn’t performative. The ease of someone who was comfortable in themselves because

she said causing Isabella to nod her head playfully at her friends actions. “Alright cat, lead the way…” Catherine has always loved the glamour and grandeur of the rich and powerful. She loved getting attention from people that mattered. She flexed her beauty and never failed to get what she wanted. Her standards were high and so was her personality, she didn’t give up on her dreams of getting to become the wife of Eric Barrington making sure she got a job at his company and working her way up into becoming his personal secretary. This was the night she would make him fall for her, the night it was all supposed to be in place. The night her lifelong dream of becoming the First Lady of Barrin