Catherine Plot Novels & Stories

"Catherine Vale." "Catherine Vale." He said my name like he was tasting it, rolling it on his tongue. His thumb stroked the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse point, and I knew he could feel how fast my heart was racing. "Tell me, Catherine Vale, what kind of fool lets a woman like you run?" A woman like you? Not a woman like me. He must be mistaken. Women like me didn't get looked at like this. We got pity, disgust, and tolerance at best.

No sooner had she lit the fire in her outreached hand. Nathan heard Catherine screamed from the distance running towards Dave. She wrapped her yellow scarf more around her mouth as the wind picked up and made her shiver. Although she was somewhat scary when angered, Catherine had learned to keep a much firmer grip on her temper even since she pursues the prophecy coins; these days, she surprised even herself with how much frustration she could endure before she lost her cool. Catherine's hands flared as she collapsed to the damp ground and sudden cries of pain can be determined from the distance. Unexpectedly a blazing fire can be seen everywhere, engulfing them all, like a bomb it exploded

Catherine’s pov My eyes widened as my father’s words echoed around the insides of my head. “What?” I whispered. My hands which had laid motionless in my thighs has began to tremble. “You’d be getting married to the Mafia Don, in exchange for the help he’d be rendering our family, Catherine.” Dad repeated himself without missing a beat and my mouth fell open. His words were just starting to sink in and I could feel my heart start to pound harshly against my ribs.

"I don't know—" "Hang on, Cathy! Did I hear it right? You don't know?" "I told you, I can't remember anything. I think I had a one night—" "Holy crap! You had a one night stand with the stranger, Catherine?!" Her voice still echoed in my mind, a relentless reverberation that refused to fade. I clamped my hands over my ears, as if the physical barrier could block out the haunting cadence. I felt like a trapped animal, desperate to escape the cage of her scrutiny.

The man, reeking of alcohol, was one of the King family's distant relatives. Catherine’s scheme became clear: She wanted Renee drugged and locked in a room with a drunk man. If she had sex with the man under the influence of the drug, it could ruin her reputation, painting her as unfaithful to Marcelo and attracting the scorn of both the King family and the public. Catherine was indeed devious. Finding the door locked, Renee opened the window, revealing a vast pond outside.

"I can only repay your benevolence with myself. That's why I married you." Once I knew how Nathan felt, our relationship took a significant turn for the better. When my mother visited Nathan with a flask of chicken soup that she had made, she broke the news to me. Apparently, Catherine broke out of jail in the middle of the night to attack Seth. Seth's handsome looks were permanently damaged. Even his legs suffered from grievous injuries that would make him a handicapped cripple for the rest of his life. As for Catherine, she was executed by the police on the spot for continuous attempted manslaughter. Before she died, she kept muttering about being reborn and destined to become the major ge

But now Catherine was saying it out loud. She looked at me with her practiced imitation of remorse. “I am sorry, Amara. Truly. If I had known sooner…” Zane sliced through her words with a coldness that snapped her mouth shut. “You knew exactly as much as you wanted to know,” he said. “And you used it.” Catherine’s face tightened. She had not expected him to attack so quickly. “What happened all those years ago was not my plan,” she whispered. “It was the traitor’s. I was misled and manipulated. I am not the one you should be fighting.”

He stood up unsteadily, his legs shaking. “Liam, son,” Catherine said softly, stepping forward. “You’re not well. I will find Sanjana for you. You need rest.” Liam tried to resist. Catherine discreetly handed something to the nurse. The next moment, Liam collapsed. Chaos erupted around the bed. The nurse rushed forward, calling for help, while Kabir stood frozen, terror clawing at his chest. Catherine, however, did not react. She slowly straightened, smoothing her dress with practiced calm. A faint smile—brief, cold, and deeply satisfied—touched her lips, as if something that had slipped out of her grasp long ago had finally fallen back into place.

Catherine said "You are evil. How could you say you never cared about my father? He is your destined mate," I said, and she laughed. "No, he isn't," Catherine said, which shocked me. Her claws started to extend, and she pushed them through my chest and pulled out my heart. I fell to the ground, and all I saw was blackness.

“Father, when are you going to let me have a turn with her? She’s been here half a year and I’ve only gotten to watch.” Brian lifted his boot just enough for me to breathe. “Patience, boy. She’s still useful as a warning. Break her too fast and the fun ends.” I kept my eyes on the floor. The blood smelled like rust and fear. My own blood joined it from my cracked knuckles. Catherine Hale. Daughter of Alpha Declan. Last living thing from Ashen Ridge. Now just a rag in their hands. Ben’s boots stopped beside me. I saw the shine of them inches from my face. “Look at me.”