Catherine Rollins Novels & Stories

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

"Catherine, did my mom not tell you, she doesn't want you near Craig?" 'Roe, if your family has issues with him, that doesn't mean I will have issues with him." "Catherine!" "Let me be.' She leaves Roe behind, she goes into the mansion, Roe is coming behind. "Good evening sir!" She greets Roland who is in front of the door when she enters. "Welcome!" She nodded, Roe entered, but he didn't greet him, Roland smiled, this son of his, can be a rascal at times. ****"

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.

she asked. Jocelyn paused, caught off guard by Catherine's lack of support. Without thinking, she replied, "Lady Catherine, even the headmistress shouldn't have been allowed to humiliate us like that." Catherine's face hardened slightly. "Humiliate you? I see it as punishment. As students, you are expected to listen to your teachers. Lady Carissa is the headmistress of Gracewood Women's Academy, and even we must listen to her.

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

“Are you out of your mind?” Catherine Callister—more commonly known as Kate—snapped, her shrill voice shattering the silence of the back garden. Her perfectly manicured fingers dug into Althea’s shoulder with enough force to make the slender woman stumble slightly. The lightweight plastic watering can Althea had been using to water the white roses fell from her hand and shattered upon hitting the sharp-edged stone tiles.

Catherine’s shoulders sagged. “They won’t send him away,” she whispered. “Margaret won’t touch custody. Richard won’t threaten me again. It’s over.” Her voice broke on the last word. Lillian rose and crossed the space between them without thinking. She wrapped her arms around her sister, holding her as Catherine finally allowed herself to cry. Not the controlled tears she shed in public bathrooms and locked bedrooms. These were quiet, shaking sobs of release. “I hate that it took this,” Catherine murmured into her shoulder. “I hate that it took a man like Nathaniel Crosswell to make them stop.”

Without thinking much I pick up the roll and walk over to her and offer it to her. The woman surprised. “Are you sure?” I nod yes and she happily takes it and splits it with the woman next to her. I go and sit back down next to Mary. Mary looks at the roll to her side and picks it up “Catherine, catch!” and tosses it. I look at Mary and she just smiles at me. After a while I notice the women who had more then one roll starting to act strange. They were giddy and cheerful, began singing and dancing like if they had no worries. I look at Mary and write a “?” in the dust.