Catherine Rollins Novels & Stories

“The elders have called a meeting. It’s about the Luna position.” Rollins sighed, a heavy weight settling in his chest. He knew this day was coming, but it didn’t make it any easier to face. “I suppose it can’t be avoided any longer,” he muttered, standing up and straightening his posture. “Let’s go.” The two men walked side by side through the packhouse, passing by members who greeted them with respect. Rollins acknowledged them with nods, though his mind was elsewhere. When they entered the meeting hall, the elders were already seated, their expressions serious. Cassandra was there too, standing near the elders with a confident and composed demeanor. She was the embodiment of strength and

On regular days, he could banter with Bryan at school and play games with David, even when Catherine wasn't around. But now, with everyone busy revising for the exams and making that final push, there wasn't even someone to banter with. He found himself incredibly bored. Catherine had her laptop on her lap. She was engrossed in studying the data Rodge had sent her. She was conducting three-dimensional simulation tests to assess missile accuracy. Unfortunately, Ronin was still chattering away nearby. It disrupted her peace. Suddenly, Catherine looked up with her cold gaze fixed on Ronin. "They're all studying. Don't you think you should be too?"

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

They walked past Catherine as she curtsied. “Thank goodness she’s out of the room, Catherine won’t let anyone else cater for the boss but her, she’s been on him like a vulture to the kill, we all care for the boss you see, I can’t blame her, I would do the same,” Olivia informed gabby. Catherine could have made a good wife for Mills, it would take a blind man not to notice that the lady was in love with her master. Gabby thought. “I’ll be gone now to distract Catherine,” Olivia announced and curtsied when they got to the door where Rolland stood guard over Mills.

She then continued, “She was too accommodating of Maxon’s feelings. All she had to do was lure Maxon to the idea of turning Rune and Rose into criminals.” “She began acting up after she and Maxon met Christopher for the first time,” Catherine added, her voice sharp. “She stopped listening to my orders. She even blocked my access to her audio and visuals. Imagine that insult.” Catherine scoffed. “I am her origin, how dare she act otherwise? She even liaised with that human filth and Symon to search for Rune. What a bitch.” Takashi laughed quite heartily. “My father must not hear you insult his darling creation.”

Chapter twenty eight Arriving at the imposing Smoak mansion, Catherine's thoughts swirled with a potent mix of apprehension and uncertainty. Helen's unexpected invitation for her to spend the night with her and Christian only added to the whirlwind of emotions. Despite Rosita's initial reluctance, she relented after some persuasion from Jacob, leaving Catherine to grapple with her own inner turmoil. Her mind still reeling from Ronnie and Lucy's bombshell announcement, Catherine felt as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

"Thank you so much!" Then the bed shifted as Catherine crawled in with us. She lay back and spread her legs invitingly. "My turn!" she panted. Her pussy was visibly drenched with her arousal. Gloria stayed in bed with us, watching from a foot away as I got up and drove my hard dick into Catherine's horny little pussy.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

"I remember what you did to Mel's family, and I didn't help her break you completely only because she caught you here and not in Bellwood. You've hurt very good people. You're immoral, vulgar, promiscuous, and despicable." "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, you little servant?" Liz spat. "Don't insult me by calling me a servant," Catherine shot back without lowering her head. "I may not have a privileged life like yours, but I have character and dignity. Things you know nothing about. But you're right, I haven't introduced myself, let me correct that. I'm Catherine, soon to be Mrs. Miller, and friend - no, sister - of this hell's psychopath." Catherine put her arm around my w

“I can’t fucking believe it that you went this low—this far.” “Austen, can you please stop being so righteous for a while. If she ever did this, I am sure she has reasons,” Clyve said. His tone was strong and firm. I was already in his arms before I completely fell to the floor. “Can’t you see she’s still burning up.” “Stay out of this. This is between me and my sister, Mr. Linton.” Austen was ready to tackle Clyve if he made a move. “And may I remind you that you are in my flat. Since you called earlier, what happens in this flat is my problem as well.”