Cathy Pace Novels & Stories

"That man was my friend when I was a child, right? I don't know why you guys are trying to tear us apart, but I guess I have a vogue idea right now." "You have?" Cathy nodded her head. "Yeah," she answered. "The way he acted right now, the arrogance and the way he treated others—it was indeed what you guys don't want me to deal with." Cathy is looking on the other side; thus, she didn't see how Prince Lawrence reacted. He sighed internally since he knew that the woman in front of him didn't know why she and Caisen had been separated before. Prince Lawrence scratched his cheek with his index finger. "Well, if that's what you think. But, Cathy, this isn't Northern Pack; this is W Academy and i

She kept pacing up and down their living room till her sister came downstairs and met her pacing around oozing so much anger. “I can’t believe Marcelo spoke to me like that and he even watched me leave after I told him I was quitting,” she muttered. “What got your pants in a twist?” Cassie asks laughing. “Mind your goddamn business,” Cathy yelled. “I want to but you keep distracting me with your movements, talk to me. Is there trouble in paradise?” She asked.

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Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about – after all her life is all about tragedy ever since her brother had gone missing. “Lyra! More expression.” Anita shouted and that had distracted Catherine from typing and suddenly she got a writer’s block which she hated the most. She stood up from the corner which caught the attention of her mother. Catherine walked towards the stereo and changed the music into hip hop. “What on earth are you doing?” Anita annoyingly said and for sure she could be grounded for doing this but she always have her wits to escape her punishment. The ballet dancers were confused, too.

I was just wondering how she explained your absence at the same time as telling him you were wonderful! ‘I have no idea,’ he said moodily. Then he closed his eyes briefly. ‘Cathy was, probably still is, like Scheherazade. She’s an artist, she paints, and if there’s such a thing as an artistic temperament she has it in spades. She’s quixotic, she can turn life with her into an Aladdin’s cave of delight or the opposite. She comes and goes between you and her art—or whatever takes her fancy. She’s impossible to pin down but she can be irresistible. She’d have spun Nicky some tale. What she may not have taken into account is—’ He stopped and shrugged. ‘Just as there was a threshold over and abov

It was the perfect life. Cathy walked through the halls of her business with a smile and a cheerful spring in her step. Since she woke up from her sleep with few memories, she knew this was where she belonged. Running ‘Cathy’s Corner’ interior design. And her love-life was going great too. Cathy sighed, glancing at herself in the nearby window. Black hair, brown eyes, and pouty lips met her gaze, but it was the happy step that drew her interest. Her legs, in fact.

"Hi, I'm Cathy. New here. Moved this morning, my mother and I are running away from my abusive dad. I mean if we'd known that werewolf packs do offer refuge to people in situations like us, we would've made the move a long time ago, before mama lost her teeth and legs. Thanks anyway. We'd probably be dead if you didn't have psychologist that help abuse victims that want to disappear, disappear. OH… love your glasses, by the way." For the first time in decades, Magnus was speechless. Completely, utterly speechless. The pack braced themselves for an explosion, but it didn't come. Magnus simply stared at her; his expression unreadable. She was bold, dangerously so, and something about her made

Her tight emerald green dress clings to her slender body curves like glue, the slit of the dress reaching the middle of her thigh. She is bare footed and her feet is wet. She must have been dipping her feet into the swimming pool near the balcony. I can't shake off the fact that she is Cathy, Nate's elder and only sister. She arrives in front of us, an infectious smile printed all over her pretty face. "Hi chipmunk." I nearly cringe at Nate response. "Meet Tasha, my—" "Girlfriend," she waves him off. "I know already. Enough with the formalities." She turns to me. "Allow me to introduce myself darling. I am Catherine Adams. But you can call me Cathy. It is nice to finally meet you."

she declared. Bradley looked away from Maggie to her. “Ah, you are the Ptakallis. You realize you’re fighting a lost battle.” “My visions are never wrong and you have already sealed your fate by coming in here to attack us.” He laughed. “Kill her and finish the others.” Before either of his men could move, Cathy tore through them with the speed of lightning, her protracted claws slashing through them. But the cuts she made on them were not deep enough and while they were double over in pain, they were healing quickly.

Mace smiles at me through the mirror. “Are you okay?” Mum asks. I pace to the door and walk back to stand behind her chair. She stands but maintains the distance between us. I’m okay. I’m fine. “Cal?” “Cathy was talking to another man,” I blurt out. Mum settles on the chair with a smile. Mace slides down to the floor and she wedges him between her legs. I cross over and lift him up. After two failed attempts to pluck out my eyelashes, he gives up. I look at the door a few times. I don’t know why I expected Cathy to come after me. Mace tries to pull my beards. I’m trimming it after the Manchester tour. When he doesn’t succeed, he throws his little arms around my neck. “She wants to go on a da