Catherine Rollins Novels & Stories

she sneered. Catherine withdrew her hand, immediately taking a few steps backward. It wasn’t at all a pleasant experience. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to her. It happened often when she walked as a waitress. A customer almost abused her friend, and she got arrested for defending her. “I’ll let you two enjoy the rest of the party,” she walked away slowly, attempting to evade the deadly stare that followed her. She didn’t want to cause a divorce. “Cathy?” Catherine was on her way to the next table, but paused at the sound of her name. “Mr. Jacobs!” She said with a huge smile across her face. Mr. Tim Salmon Jacobs, a Senator and highly revered business man was fr

Julie stated. “Of course. I’m Leah, and I have worked various roles in my working career. Most of them have been within data inputting and admin type roles. Over the years through various roles, I have undertaken additional work to help others along with also studying a business degree through work for business admin. Personally, I have moved away from home and back again a couple of times depending on my personal circumstances. I have a few interests outside of work that help me unwind in my spare time, such as country walks and journalling.”

the woman whispered, stepping closer until Ophelia could see the deep lines of grief etched into her face. “It’s a map. Catherine found a ledger inside this mountain... a ledger that proved the Yates fortune didn’t start with hard work. It started with a theft from the Sterlings that should have started a war.” The woman reached into her coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. It looked identical to the one Ophelia used for her designs. “Catherine was the first Architect,” the woman said, her voice breaking. “She wasn’t just a geologist. She was the one who designed the security for the Yates vaults. She knew every secret, every back door, and every lie. And when she tried to take t

HUNTER I followed Catherine's line of sight. She was staring at one of the alcoves, her eyes locked on the two people sitting on the sofa. From where I stood, their faces were obscured by the shadows. Catherine, however, seemed to know exactly who they were. I stepped down from the dais and lined up with her. Only then did I understand what made her frown and clench her fists. That cunt, Calvin Rollins, was splayed on the sofa, drink in hand. A slim blonde in a slutty glitter-covered dress was sitting on his lap. I might have seen her in Thorn Club once or twice.

However, his azure eyes had a bottomless, dark gleam in them, and his presence made people feel intimidated even without him speaking. Catherine did feel very nervous, so much that back started breaking out a cold sweat. “Excuse me, President Costner. It may be quite intrusive to disturb you all of a sudden, but let me introduce myself. I’m Catherine Jones. I’m here today on behalf of Hill Corporation…” “Catherine Jones…” A hint of astonishment flashed deep in Titus’s eyes. The person in front of him was the wicked, evil woman that Rebecca spoke of; she was Sheryl’s evil niece.

When Katherine woke up she was surrounded by the people she had come to know Over the last few days people she had come to consider her friends: Giselle, her teacher, mentor, friend; Sofia, the sister Katherine had always longed for but never had in Melody; Ray Stalls and Tracy Adams, the Couple who couldn't stop fighting... or stay away from each other either; Moonbeam, a vegetarian, earth-loving girl whose voice was always soft and kind, never a harsh word escaping her lips, and her boyfriend who was the complete opposite, Jamie Madison.

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

But she really needs to find a suspicious evidence about Irish real quick, so Morgan can would make her leave before she dies in this house. ____ Catherine walked out of the bathroom in a white robe with a towel tied around her wet hair. Her five personal maids bowed as she sat on the dressing chair. She removed the hair towel and Aimee, one of her maids plugged the hair dryer and started drying her hair immediately. Ravin,another of her personal maid,attended to her nails while Susan, who's a fashionista prepared her outfit. She knows Catherine won't be going out,so she's to prepare a simple wear.

And finally, pierced it though Catty's chest again. But this time, the body got numb. Catty didn't move. One last drop of tear rolled down from the corner of her eyes. She was gone. Catherine Cross is no more. ……………………………………………….

“This is a mess. A dangerous one. Her mother isn’t just a threat to Lexi; she’s a threat to anyone remotely connected to her. Including you.” I didn’t need him to remind me. Catherine Hale was no ordinary woman. Ruthless, calculated, and utterly devoid of conscience. A woman like that didn’t just disappear for years without a plan. She was waiting, watching, and now, it seemed, making her move. “We need to neutralize her,” I said finally, my voice cold. Étienne raised an eyebrow. “Neutralize? Is that the new polite term for getting rid of someone?” I ignored his sarcasm. “I’m not letting her get anywhere near Lexi. And I’m not going to sit back and wait for her to make the first move.”