Catherine Rollins Novels & Stories

David had annoyingly called each day to ask if Nora had returned, and Catherine had equally annoyingly answered in the negative. Today, Catherine was taking a stroll inside the estate with airpods in her ears and music playing on full blast. She was finally tired of staying home all day long and doing nothing to keep her busy. Many of her friends had advised her to start up a business or invest in the little resources she had so she could make a lot of money before luck shined on her and she was discovered by a company willing to sign her as an actress. Catherine had declined all of them, of course. She saw other businesses as stressful and strongly believed that running a shop or investing

Heading toward my own destruction? Catherine Cross was different from her brother. Julian was arrogant. Obvious. Loud. Catherine was none of those things. She was quiet. Careful. Deadly. And she'd been running The Covenant successfully for twenty-five years. Survived every attempt to stop her. Stayed invisible while others fell. She wasn't bluffing about Marcus. She'd kill him. Easily. Without hesitation. And she'd make it look like an accident. "I need time to think," I said.

He kept pacing, growling, pushing against my control. “She’s ours,” he kept saying. “We need to claim her.” “Shut it,” I growled back mentally. “She’s just a girl who's here to perform her duties.” But even I was beginning to feel something tug at my heart. A few minutes later, Melvin returned and leaned in close. “Her name’s Catherine Blackwood,” he whispered. “She works for the event management company that handled the ball. Lives with her mother on the east side of the city. She’s a wolf, but not registered with any pack.”

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

org To: catherine.adair@bennettestate.com Subject: Strategy “Make her look unstable, public perception matters. Noah won’t fight us if he thinks she’s crumbling. If she falls apart, we take the kid and Catherine gets what she was promised.” I felt like vomiting, so I turned the page. A grainy photo — Catherine, standing outside Nova’s daycare. The timestamp was from three weeks ago. She was watching and stalking. The next few pages? Bank transfers, fake paternity letters, and fabricated medical documents. Rosalind’s annotations in red pen, circling each one.

Yes, Arsila felt defeated this time, and she needed something to help her rebuild her life so she could buy the law like she always had. *** Keenan saw a car parked in the yard, squinting to see who had come to the tiny house where no one would realize someone was inside. He was pretty surprised to see a woman step out of the car and stand for a while in the yard. "Cath? Why is she here?" Keenan hurriedly ensured all the windows and doors were closed, making the house look deserted. Then he went up to the attic and peeked through a small gap. Catherine had come alone. She walked around the house, sometimes checking the plants, picking up leaves, and then putting them back down. She seemed to

She gave Ethan her full attention for another twenty minutes until his worksheet was done and Rose came in from the garden with leaves stuck to both knees, declaring she was hungry with the urgent certainty of someone who'd been hungry for several minutes and considered this a personal injustice. Both children were in bed by eight. Lewis was at the kitchen table when she came downstairs. His notes from the day — the board briefings, Marcus's operational summary, Eleanor's texts — were in a loose stack beside his phone. "Tell me," she said. "Catherine's solicitor notified the Crown's office at four this afternoon," Lewis said. "She's withdrawing her stated cooperation with the expanded invest

Kate’s eyes sparkled with delight, and a wide smirk curled on her lips. She sat up slightly, her back against the soft pillows. “What?!” She gasped in fake surprise, though her voice couldn’t mask the thrill she felt. “Are you serious?” “Totally!” Rolly replied with excitement. “It’s already all over the internet! Serena Winthrop was arrested for causing your miscarriage. The headlines are crazy!” Kate let out a soft, breathy laugh and covered her mouth. “Oh, Rolly, this is perfect. Just perfect! She deserves every bit of it. Now the world will finally see her for what she truly is—a home-wrecking witch!”

Catherine was weeping in misery as she banged the gates, calling out Steve's name, she stayed there for hours till sunset but still, no one came outside. Bringing out her phone, she dialed a number and it was answered after the second ring "Collins" she muttered in her croaked voice caused by the shouting and yelling. Collins who was on the other end of the call became alert hearing her voice "Catherine? What's up, where are you?" he asked her in panic. "He doesn't want me again, they found out," she said and busted into tears, right now, she had left the gates of the Jim's, and she was walking down the streets barefoot cause she had to remove her shoes which didn't help her in walking well.

“Then you can focus on cleaning up the rest of this mess. I expect results, Alex, not excuses.” He nodded curtly. “You’ll get them.” Evelyn waited until he left before sipping her drink, her mind already moving to the next phase. Melissa Reynolds was gone, and with her out of the way, Evelyn’s plans could move forward without interruption. *** Catherine sat at her vanity, brushing her hair slowly as she watched her reflection. The faint strains of music from the piano drifted in from the other room, where Rico was playing one of his old favorites. She tilted her head, studying her face.