Catherine Petty Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

He repeated continuously. Catherine was an average tall woman with long blonde hair that fell over her shoulder and down her spine, she has green eyes and smooth facial features that could tame the mind. She was holding two sachets of blood bags in her hands and as Lloyd noticed these, he frowned. "What are you doing?" He interrogated. Catherine smiled exposing white set of teeth "I'm starving, thought you were too busy with your other son. So i had to sort myself out." She explained emphasising the word 'son' as she walked towards her bed and sat.

Catherine, seeing Marshall's serious and stern attitude, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. "Professor Hartley, what do you want me to confess?" she asked. Seeing her somewhat indifferent attitude, looking casual and carefree, Marshall couldn't help but feel angry. "Confess. Who are you, and what is your purpose at Styre University? Or, why are you in the lab?" Catherine raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, saying seriously without any ambiguity, "I'm only going to say something once. I'm Catherine Swann, and I came to Styre University for only one purpose—to study! As for the lab, you brought me here."

Catherine smiles as she delivers her congratulatory cake to her bed, waking her up with her gleeful voice. * Catherine Peterson, Mrs. Ripley to others. It is the closest thing she had to a parent, a sister, a best friend. Having an absent mother who left when she was 10 years old, and an always preoccupied workaholic father and brother who never liked her when they were growing up. Catherine was the only person that was always there. To her sorrow, triumphs, misfortunes. She’s the one, the only one always there. They might have grown apart due to altercations with her father, but her respect for Catherine never wavered. Even after her father chose her for the Chief Operating Officer position

I’d seen her many times in those bikinis, but this was definitely skimpier than the last one. This one looked like a fucking string with just a little piece of cloth attached to it. And I should stop staring. "There’s my smoothie! What took you so long?" Catherine took the long glass from Tyler before mouthing a thank you to him. "The omegas are occupied, so I had to do it myself." "Aren’t you a sweetheart, Beta Tyler?" Amara said as she took a glass from him. "That’s why Catherine is taking advantage of you." Of course, everyone knew that what Catherine wants, Catherine gets. She had an innocent smile and puppy eyes that could make anyone obey even her most absurd request. And Tyler wasn’t

Her PA’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts, and Catherine turned to see her returning, a notepad in hand and a look of cautious determination on her face. “Did you find anything?” Catherine asked, her voice betraying none of the urgency she felt inside. “Only a couple of prospects," answered her personal assistant, speaking quietly as they moved to a secluded area. I talked with a few nurses and a pair of doctors. It seems the woman you saw earlier was indeed Kendall Carter, and she’s currently pregnant.” Catherine felt the air rush out of her lungs. “Pregnant.” The word lingered in the space between them, filled with significant meanings. She could sense a jumble of emotions rising

I opened the book again and searched for the page where I left unfinished reading. I was just in chapter ten, but I could say it was full of emotion. The character of Sindy Kate was complex. She had full of flaws, yet she was also strong and driven. She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story.

****** The Celebration Commences Amelia surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the bride. Catherine was at the heart of the crowd, radiant in a cream-hued evening gown that accentuated her curves. Her golden hair was styled flawlessly, a delicate tiara perched atop her head. She radiated elegance and allure, effortlessly captivating everyone in her vicinity. However, when their eyes met, Catherine’s composed demeanor faltered slightly. For a fleeting moment, a hint of irritation crossed her face, quickly replaced by a saccharine grin.

Catherine walked in, looking ethereal like the perfect angel she was in a yellow sundress, with her long hair falling freely down her back. On seeing me, she darted me a smile. “Oh, you're working. I thought you were less busy.” “I should be done in twenty five to thirty minutes, baby. I just have to settle the stock issue I told you about.” I explained, my eyes running down the lithe curve of her waist. Nodding, she uttered. “I'll wait.” As I made to unmute the meeting, Catherine suddenly got down to her feet and crawled underneath the table. Before I could say Jack Robinson, she was situated in between my thighs, her coffee eyes glinting with mischievous lust as she stared up at me.

Catherine is wiping tears from her eyes, smiling so brightly the wrinkles around her mouth are showing. "Recognizing your other mate, are you?" Catherine asks as she walks further away from us; her high heels are clip-clopping again the asphalt, and her red velvet dress makes her look dramatic. "Isn't he beautiful?" A low rumble vibrates my throat as I feel Jenna's anger growing within her like a pit of fire. Catherine is stroking a hand over the werewolf's dark coat, smiling when it lowers its muzzle into her waiting hands like an obedient pet.