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.

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.”

The news turned Winster county mayorial candidates upside down; because right now Kate is the most popular person in Winster county. Stanley’s POV The campaign was hectic for me because she made me her campaign manager. We focused on reaching out to the youth in correctional facilities, women empowerment and environmental preservation. Before the election, Kate already has 70% of the polls. I have not had a good sleep since then, but I was very happy. This is one of the things I love doing. Helping Kate is like helping my brother and my family. Emma’s POV Two weeks from now is the election. Today I and Kate went out to eat. I took her to our rendezvous point to enjoy her favorite Italian cui

Upon arriving, she was met with the displeasure of the old woman and her daughter, who were not happy to hear about Giselle's visit. “Who the hell does she think she is? How dare she threaten you and the baby?” Catherine slammed the table between them before she stood up. Catherine, in particular, was fuming. She had never been a fan of Giselle and her mean friends, who had been bullying her and Vivian during women's meetings. Unlike other submissive wolves, Catherine was not easily intimidated, and she always stood her ground. Her grandmother watched her rise from her seat and hit the cane in her hands on the floor, causing the young lady to retreat several steps back. She said to both wome

You never abandon your brother to suffer through your punishment. Then there is the little doctor. I twist and turn her ID between my fingers lost in thoughts. Dr. Catherine Ross. Okay, she is not all that little. Tall, at least 5’9 and a bit more than chubby. I wouldn’t call her fat but she’s definitely not slim in any way. Long blond hair tied up in a tight ponytail high in her head. She wore baggy and shapeless clothes to hide her body and make her look much larger than she probably is.

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.

"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.

I made my way to Catherine's room, hoping her earlier offer to take over Susan's care wasn't just talk. I knocked and waited before entering. Catherine stood at her windowsill with a small collection of potted plants, carefully trimming dead leaves with tiny scissors. Her movements were precise, focused. She looked completely normal. Maybe she really was fine. After some rest, she had to be better. This was Catherine Winters, after all. The moment she saw me, she got defensive. "I haven't stepped out of my room. I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you here?" I frowned. "I never said you couldn't leave your room."