Catherine Tramell Novels & Stories

I’d seen her many times in those bikinis, but this was definitely skimpier than the last one. This one looked like a fucking string with just a little piece of cloth attached to it. And I should stop staring. "There’s my smoothie! What took you so long?" Catherine took the long glass from Tyler before mouthing a thank you to him. "The omegas are occupied, so I had to do it myself." "Aren’t you a sweetheart, Beta Tyler?" Amara said as she took a glass from him. "That’s why Catherine is taking advantage of you." Of course, everyone knew that what Catherine wants, Catherine gets. She had an innocent smile and puppy eyes that could make anyone obey even her most absurd request. And Tyler wasn’t

She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the door with Mereda walking behind her. **** "Mrs Catherine Meyers Hampton, can you please tell this court your experience while living with Mr Alexander Meyers and his wife." Attorney Kim said to Catherine. She raised her eyes up in search for Ace and when she found him he gave her a thumb up. Catherine took a deep breath and stared at Attorney Kim.

Fine in the way of someone who had a full life and had stopped expecting a specific shape for the fullness. Catherine had appeared. Not dramatically. She taught at a secondary school twenty minutes from his house. History. She had specific opinions about the curriculum and the specific patience of a woman who had spent twenty years making things matter to people who didn’t initially think they would. She had a daughter who was grown, living in Manchester, who Catherine talked about with the specific love that was separate from the woman herself — her daughter was her daughter and Catherine was Catherine and both things were entirely real. She’d appeared at a gallery opening in September.

Mom and Catherine had laughed at my silliness. "It will be so romantic," they assured me. Before they were finished, Melissa politely excused herself and retreated to her bathroom. Catherine came down the stairs with a small duffel bag in her right hand and a dress on a hanger slung over her left shoulder. "Where's Melissa?" she asked. "She went to the bathroom," I replied.

“You’re going to be the most beautiful bride this city has ever seen.” Catherine finally turned to me with a small smile, as if she was just noticing my presence. “Amara. Lovely to see you again.” “Ma’am,” I replied, standing. It was all I could say. Her eyes lingered on mine for half a second too long, like she was waiting for me to say something else. I kept silent. Sera looped her arm through Catherine’s and led her back toward the mirror. “I was just telling Amara how wonderful Zane’s been lately,” she said sweetly. “So attentive.”

Catherine’s POV Catherine sat alone in the dim light of her cramped apartment, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and bitter regret. Outside, rain hammered relentlessly against the windowpanes, drumming a mournful rhythm that echoed the chaos in her soul. She held a chipped ceramic mug in her hands, once filled with tea now long cold and forgotten. Her gaze was fixed on the glowing screen of her phone, where a collage of images and videos played on loop — Arthur smiling, laughing, holding Isabella’s hand, his eyes bright with a happiness Catherine hadn’t seen in years.

And now, sitting in front of the mirror and admiring my face, I mentally applauded myself for not doubting her even for a second. Just then, a knock came on the door, forcing me out of my train of thoughts and back to reality. “Come in,” I said, inwardly deducing that it was either Alicia or Tasha. They had both gone to their respective rooms to dress up for the wedding, as they were my chief bridesmaid and maid of honour respectively. I was surprised when the door creaked open to reveal a smiling Ma'am Catherine. She was dressed up to the nines in a lilac dress that stopped at her knees and made her skin glow beautifully. Her hair was cut in a sharp bob that made her look pretty overall.

"I'm trying to understand some arrangements Catherine made before her death. There's a reference to a medical directive trust?" "I see. Mrs. Williams, are you calling in your capacity as Kyle's spouse?" The question caught me off guard. Why would my relationship to Kyle matter for questions about his mother's estate? "Yes." "I'll need to verify some information first." I provided the details she requested—Kyle's date of birth, our marriage date, information only a spouse would know. "Mrs. Williams, I can confirm that Catherine did establish a private trust with medical provisions. However, the terms are highly confidential."

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

He replied: "Oh, I remembered. Next to the that Borrisons Financial Corp building, there's a new Lavender's showroom, right? My sister just went there a few days ago, and it seems fine." "Yes, that's right. But hurry up Jake, you are driving so slow~~~." Catherine quickly laughed along, breathing a sigh of relief. She also just wanted to drop by and try her luck to seek a chance to meet that person. In her memory, that man soon became the chairman of the Borrison Financial Corp, but it was not clear whether this year or not. Before that, Catherine was completely unknown. It was too embarrassing to have his love but she did not care at all.