Cathy Glass Books Novels & Stories

Cathy said rhetorically, slamming her books on Maisie's desk to intimidate her. All it did, was shock Maisie out of her thoughts and annoy the hell out of her. " go away Cathy, I am not in the mood for your bullshit today, go terrorize somebody else. " Maisie tells Cathy as she rests against her table with her hand rubbing her face with a sign.

"What are you doing?" "Erh. Claire. I..how are you? What are you doing so late?" She stuttered. "I should be asking you why you're coming in so late ma'am. You left us alone. We were worried about you" I said. "The Library was locked, I had to wait a bit" she responded. "I am sorry if I kept you waiting," she said. She looked into her bag and brought out two books: Beyond Pardon by Bertha Clay and The Day of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth. "These books would make my week, I had to wait to get them" she curved a quick smile.

I am ever grateful to God for them I requested for a cup of coffee with donuts from Ms Joy, a kitchen staff who comes to take our orders each morning. That is my regular order. Ms Joy has always been such lovely lady and never once complained about how the heads of the department treated her. I admired that character because I needed that type of patience in my life and at work. I mean it was her job, and she surely didn’t want to lose it.

Others laughed at her gloom and she closed her ears unable to hear their sickening noise. Cassy’s gawked at the dirty room—cobwebs sticking out on the tattered walls. The moon peered at the three dusty recliners from the left window. Opposite it, a carpeted staircase led to another floor opening into the world of oblivion. Maybe! A knife went hovering over her into the fire; the steel charred making ruthless love to it and a big book with an image of a woman with inflamed eyes fell near her. Her lips quivered as she read the title—A Trickster; An Evilest and The Sinister!

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Grace yelled, "Whitney here is yours." "Whoa! I am excited, Grace have you seen yours?" She asked. "No, I am still..." "Blind girl, yours is here, is Second Class Upper Division." Grace jumped as Kingsley told her. "Cathy is a darling, here I thought this girl is going to make me fail since she is mourning her boyfriend." Cathy is the one always writing Grace's exams even during their university days, all she does is bribe her way so the lecturers will let Cathy sit for her, and here is not exception, Grace knows how to go about getting what she wants.

I hope that our little run-in didn’t run Sapphire off. Besides class, my gem has more or less avoided me. Karli has tried talking to me a few times since, but that should stop now. I ripped into her yesterday. I even made her cry, which I don’t feel bad about. She had it coming. If it weren’t for our class, I don’t think I would even see Sapphire. I smirk when I walk into the library. I see a head of blue hair hiding in one of the corners. I nod at a few people I know studying here as I approach her. The entire area in front of her is covered in books and papers. I pull the chair beside her, ensuring the feet scrape against the floor. Her face jerks up as our eyes meet.

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

He held her gaze for one long, breathless second, then stepped aside, letting her pass. Naomi walked back toward her kettlebells, her mind racing, her blood singing. She had spent five years under glass, a decorative object kept safe and entirely suffocated. Now, surrounded by iron and the smell of chalk, she felt the glass finally shatter. She was breathing real air, and for the first time, she was looking forward to the fire.

. You can head over whenever you're ready." Simple enough. Cathy thanked him and strode out of the office, her steps fueled by a potent mix of fury and heartache. Magnus had shattered her trust, and the shards felt like they were lodged in her chest, piercing her with every breath. Every step reminded her of what she'd lost. She practically ran across the yard, desperate to immerse herself in work and escape the relentless onslaught of memories. The library loomed ahead, promising solace among the shelves. Books didn't judge. Books didn't lie. Cathy yanked open the heavy wooden door, seeking refuge in the musty embrace of books. She needed to focus on anything else, or thoughts of Magnus wou