Catherine Tramell Novels & Stories

* 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.

CHAPTER NINETEEN (Meet Catherine) When he noticed that my eyes were barely looking at him, she shook my hand gently twice, and it sent a signal to me that I have traveled too far. I arranged myself instantly and smiled a bit. Mr. Dowell, this is my daughter Catherine, she just came back from Sweden. She’s a model and manages one of my modeling agencies in Sweden.” Mr. Adam said, pointing at the lady. “Nice to meet you Catherine, you have a beautiful smile” i tried to be as polite as possible while reaching out for a handshake.

"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.

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.

Now she will be stuck with the man who claims to be Richard Duffal's lawyer. "So can we talk Mr. McAdam?" "Yes, of course. Let's go to the cafeteria, Mr. Reacher," Calvin said dryly before he led Arthur Reacher to the elevator. -00- "You looked disappointed when I walked in." Catherine put on a cheerful face like she was carrying the sun over her head. Her face was so radiant, her smile was wide, she spread her arms wide and then moved forward to hug Hazel who was looking pale on the gurney.

There is no connection between siblings that is greater than that of those who shared a womb for nine months or so and grew up sharing almost every milestone together. “Catherine is here…” Amara said. I turned around and saw Catherine approaching, her hands on her big stomach, while Tyler was holding her to keep her steady. When Uncle Jacob and Aunt Clair arrived earlier, we found out Catherine and Tyler were also at the Council territory, but they didn’t take her with them because she kept vomiting. So they advised her to stay behind and rest. “Are you okay?” Cassidy went to meet them. “I thought you were resting…” “I was,” Catherine replied. “But Purity woke me up and said she wanted to se

"Catherine Cross spent twenty years building criminal networks, corrupting government officials, and recruiting assets like Derek Thompson and Rose Miller specifically to destroy Richard Sterling's family the same way her family was destroyed." I studied surveillance footage showing Catherine Walsh meeting with Rose Miller, Victoria Sterling, and other people who had been involved in attacks against Ophelia over the past three years. "Jake, if Catherine has been planning this revenge operation since 1998, that means she's been monitoring and manipulating Sterling family members for decades. Ophelia's entire adult life has been shaped by Catherine's interference." "Tyler, our investigation su

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.

Too many fails and a giant blue beast of a male would wander over and take you to one side to be searched and vetted the old-fashioned way. They had turned up when it wasn’t too busy and yet it still took them five minutes to get past the gates. However, once they were past the gates, everything seemed much quieter. The elevator took them down to the third floor where Heather was waiting for them at the doors. Heather instantly struck Camille as the motherly type, her jet black hair was done up in twist braids and pulled into a ponytail while her warm brown eyes glittered with friendliness. Her sepia skin glowed under the sterile lighting of the hallway which did little in taking away Heathe

Kelly said. "Just do anything you want to do to me but please, don't touch her. You have already taken everything from me, what else do you want?" Ashton asked. "I haven't taken everything from you yet!" Kelly said as he looked at Maya wantonly. He had to admit that this girl had grown into a beautiful woman just in a few months. She was not the same empty duckling that Ashton had saved. She had the allure of a woman that was hard to resist. "I told you, don't you dare touch her. You can take everything you want from me, but she can't be toyed with."