Catherine Petty Novels & Stories

Aiomi was able to stop Hikaru who will attack her. Catherine suddenly disappeared. Destiny’s voice echoed in the library. Gladly I was able to feel your love, my husband. My existence here is limited and will serve as a warning. My mother and half brother is planning a war. Please protect our children. If you try to attack or hurt Catherine, you are hurting me too. Any wounds or bruise that Catherine receives will reflect on me. If she dies, I die too.. We are connected. Please help each other. A slight tremble occurred, Catherine returned back to her seat. Hikaru and Aiomi apologized. Catherine smiled at them and said, “I know how it feels. I hope we can trust each other. I will protect mys

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.

I was given a beating of my life, for attempting to run away days before my wedding, and Zander who felt guilty for being the one who had suggested I run away, had been unable to stop apologizing. Mum had been extremely appalled that I hadn’t eagerly agreed to be a sacrificial lamb for her life and my elder brother’s, and she hadn’t hesitated to make that known to me. “You’re such a selfish child, Catherine.” Mum had said when she came to my bedroom that night. “Please leave.” I whispered with so much venom in my voice. I sobbed myself to sleep that night, after I had made sure my door was thoroughly locked, to prevent my elder brother from paying me an unwanted visit.

"Catherine Cross is currently living as Catherine Whitmore. Philanthropist. Socialite. Board member of seven charities. Donor to hospitals, museums, children's organizations." "She hides behind charity work?" "Not just hides. Uses it. The charities are fronts. Money laundering operations. Donations come in, get cleaned, flow to Covenant operations. It's brilliant. No one questions a charity. Especially one run by someone so respectable." He showed me more photos. Catherine at galas. Shaking hands with politicians. Receiving humanitarian awards. "She's fifty-eight. Never married. No children. Lives in a penthouse on Fifth Avenue. Estimated net worth: three hundred million dollars. All clean o

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.

Both Tyler and Giselle looked shocked at not only Katherine's direct challenge of Giselle's authorities but her bold accusation. "Katherine, what in the world gave you the idea-" Giselle began innocently. "The way you were eyeing me and King a second ago gave me the idea," Katherine said hotly, placing her hands on her hips. "I know the type. Let me guess, I am the charity case of the week? You figured you get me a boyfriend and a makeover and just like that you can fix me? Well, maybe I don't want to be the new charity case. Maybe I don't want to be set up with the guy who looks at me like I am a splattered insect on his shiny new car. You know, I thought you were different for a second, ho

“Catherine is a wonderful conversationalist.” “To you,” Trevor stressed with annoyance as he poured champagne in their glasses. “Just once I’d like to see that woman let her hair down. And breast implants and ass injections wouldn’t hurt her one bit.” Christopher chuckled as Selena shook her head. Trevor filled his glass to the hilt. “Now, which one was she?” Selena asked. “We didn’t get to speak with her tonight,” Christopher said. “You didn’t meet her.” “But for future reference, Catherine is a lawyer who has short blonde hair, a flat ass, and no chest to speak of, not even small lumps. She has thin lips, but pretty blue eyes.”

Catherine failed to satisfy us with her lie about meeting her friend in the capital, as that witch had died three years ago. After a proper trial, I was about to announce her penalty when the heavenly scent of peach blossoms flooded my senses. Zeth howled to see Shyla in the court. “Kitten was looking for us.” His new job as Shyla’s assistant irked me, and then, she spoke without permission to disturb the hearing. “Catherine didn’t leave the Castle that night.” What? How did she know that? Our bond helped me to read her mind, completing her sentence.

Adina pulled him up and softly said, “We’re running out of time. Let’s get down to business first.” Pete stood up, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and looked at the woman who had fainted on the couch. He smiled and said, “It really is Catherine. I met her at a seminar before. She was extremely arrogant. It’s hard to hypnotize someone with a strong mind like her, but I’ll give it a try.”

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.