Catherine Rollins Novels & Stories

Renny began as she took a step toward the other woman. "You're alive," Catherine repeated, a hand over her mouth as she turned to face Renny, tears welling up in her eyes. She took a step toward Renny. "I can't believe…" They watched as Catherine started to collapse, her eyes rolling back in her head as unconsciousness claimed her.

Grayson The next few days were terrible. Catherine wouldn’t talk to anyone, except to bark orders. Abby avoided me completely, and I still didn’t understand why. Only Rose would talk to me out of the three girls. “I’d like to pull that stick out of Cat’s ass and beat her with it.” Rose mumbled to me one morning, after listening to another one of Catherine’s rants. “I would pay good coin to see that,” I said, causing her to laugh.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

Her face had that kind of beauty that looked carved from ice. “Hello, Julian,” she said, voice calm and almost musical, like singing a lullaby. “You’ve grown so much. You have your father’s chin.” Julian froze. “Who are you? How do you know my father?” “My name is Catherine Rossi,” she said. Maya’s breath caught. “Rossi? But… my grandfather only had two sons. David and Marcus.” “That’s the lie they told you,” Catherine said, her smile sad. “I was the third child. The daughter they erased. Because I fell in love with a man who worked in the kitchen. A man named Thorne.”

I was glad Amelia wasn’t here, but what I was thankful for was the fact that Amelia wasn’t a part of them. “I won’t be alive tomorrow. But I’ll make sure to bring you down with me.” We all looked at one another after hearing what Loisa said, and there the recording stopped. A scream was heard and I was not even shocked anymore when I saw who it was. “Catherine Hemmington. The Student Council treasurer.” I heard Lily, who was busy reading a book beside whisper. I smirked, before watching Catherine storm off the cafeteria, and her other friends going after her. Some students were already gossiping, some were even baffled at the fact that Catherine was able to do such a thing. I myself couldn’t

Catherine mumbled when both of them heard a loud growl followed by cracking of bones. She turned around horrified only to find Rasmus standing up as he ripped the chains. Her shirt was still wrapped around one of his arms. Grabbing her wrist in his large hand he started to leave the place. "You are one strong f**ker." Lennox snickered. "Tell Hunter to leave me the f**k alone!" Rasmus growled at Lennox as he dragged Catherine with him who looked back at Lennox with wide eyes. And then she gave him her breathtaking smile and waved him bye. Unknowingly Lennox raised his hand and waved back as a smile appeared on his face.

* Two days later, Catherine had some errands to do so she couldn’t be at her mother’s ballet school even though she badly wants to come. She arrived at an old looking apartment that looks like its going to be abandoned soon. She knocked on the door and a guy wearing big glasses greeted her. “Tacky, please to be at your service.” He said as he opened the door wider to let Catherine inside the apartment and surprisingly it was neat. Catherine cellphone vibrated and saw a message coming from her mother “Lyra Gomez passed the audition.” She put her phone back to her pocket after reading the message since she already knew that Lyra will get the role.

Catherine has given up and given in. Please leave a comment.

Read it again and delete it if you don't like it. Thinking for a moment, she typed a long paragraph. “Hello, Big Brother. I'm Catherine. Have you slept? I'm so happy today... Damned! Delete, delete now. She threw the phone to the side sullenly, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had progressed backwards. At this age of soul, but still as frantic as a schoolgirl, she doesn't even know how to text. Catherine was depressed in thinking, just afraid of rushing too much and making Harris feel that he was too easy. But if there is no action, it will unfortunately make him not remember who she was. So how could she do it?

"It needs to be cleaned and re-dressed." He didn't argue. He sat on the edge of the bed, and she came over with the tray. Her movements were clumsy at first, hesitant. This was not the confident CEO or the cool-headed strategist. This was Catherine, a woman unfamiliar with patching up battlefield wounds. Her fingers, usually so steady signing billion-dollar contracts, trembled slightly as she unwrapped the old bandage, revealing the bruised and healing flesh beneath.