Catherine Petty Novels & Stories

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.

"I remember what you did to Mel's family, and I didn't help her break you completely only because she caught you here and not in Bellwood. You've hurt very good people. You're immoral, vulgar, promiscuous, and despicable." "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, you little servant?" Liz spat. "Don't insult me by calling me a servant," Catherine shot back without lowering her head. "I may not have a privileged life like yours, but I have character and dignity. Things you know nothing about. But you're right, I haven't introduced myself, let me correct that. I'm Catherine, soon to be Mrs. Miller, and friend - no, sister - of this hell's psychopath." Catherine put her arm around my w

"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.

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.