Kate Stewart Novels & Stories

Catherine, seeing Marshall's serious and stern attitude, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. "Professor Hartley, what do you want me to confess?" she asked. Seeing her somewhat indifferent attitude, looking casual and carefree, Marshall couldn't help but feel angry. "Confess. Who are you, and what is your purpose at Styre University? Or, why are you in the lab?" Catherine raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, saying seriously without any ambiguity, "I'm only going to say something once. I'm Catherine Swann, and I came to Styre University for only one purpose—to study! As for the lab, you brought me here."

Kate had never once gotten the upper hand with Ivy. Wendy spoke up, breaking the tension. "Why don't we get back to dinner?" Kate turned and noticed Wendy sitting beside Stanley. The moment she saw Stanley, her eyes lit up again. "Ivy, who are they?" she asked sweetly. "This is Mr. Stanley Hawk," Ivy said, "and this is Dr. Wendy Crone." Kate blinked in surprise. So this was Stanley Hawk, the famous CEO of Hawk Enterprises, and Wendy Crone, the renowned physician. Kate glanced briefly at Stanley. She was at the age where marriage discussions were starting to come up, but with her reputation as the illegitimate daughter of the Quinns, none of the potential matches her father arranged for her h

Kate didn't know why she did it, it was out of impulse. "Ma'am, the CEO is ready to see you", Stella informed Kate standing at the door. "Okay", Kate stood up and adjusted her dress. She was about to leave when she felt a tug at her dress. "Thank you", the girl said with a cute smile and Kate couldn't help bending to hug her. "You're welcome", Kate smiled back, Stella stood bewildered. "What's your name Auntie?". "Her name", Kate thought with a pause. "Kate".

She could only nod. "Upon his death, Mr Stewart told me to wait a year before contacting you. Tomorrow would have made it a year but your stepsister moved faster than I thought. Before you asked how I knew, Mr Stewart also ordered me to keep an eye on you, he wasn't sure of your safety." Kate was having a hard time taking it all in. But Edward continued talking. "Miss Paulson, you are the sole heir to Mr Stewart's inheritance. I'm talking properties, real estate, millions and millions of dollars--"

She is the Alpha king's Mistress so I doubt she can participate in this and there is no sign of Vladimir as if he disappeared. The party lights flashed in soft pinks and blues, casting shifting colors across faces and bodies. A new pop song burst out, the kind with a catchy rhythm that made my hips sway before I even thought about it. I closed my eyes for a second, letting the melody wrap around me. I can't remember the last time I heard songs like this so I don't really feel like going to mix with the crowd. But it seems someone noticed me and approached but I and Soren. “Hello, Lady Soren. Why not come with me to the dance floor? My name is Kate.” She introduced herself. Kate, just like wh

Johnson ➡ No worse than that, I want him to watch me fuck his dear wife right in front of him! Kate➡ God, johnny boy, I never knew you were this dark, but that can be arranged! Johnson ➡ How? Will she accept easily? Kate➡ Oh yes she will, after she sees this videos. Johnson ➡ Alright, but if you don't mind my asking, how did you get all this? Are you dating bill gates? Kate➡ oh pls, Johnson, you're too hilarious, I work at a secret organization mainly for women and not just any woman! But sexy, rich and beautiful women. The rule of this organization is not to get too intimate with a man else you'll be kicked out and ruined!

“What is his name?” “Nathan Adrian DaCosta,” Kate said proudly. “Yes, that suits him well,” Adele approved. “I hope I’ll get to see him in person before my time is up.” Kate swiveled the phone to her face and looked at Adele with an expression of alarm on her face. “Why would you say that, Mȃe? Are you dying?” She asked fearfully. “Aren’t we all?” Adele laughed. “Darling, I’m already 80 years old. How many more years do you think I have left on this side?”

After taking a shower, Kate got ready. She did her makeup and hair, slipped into a short dress and heels, doing her best to look perfect. Today, she would see her stepmother—and it would also be the first time she appeared in public with Bastien, who was far too handsome to stand beside without feeling overshadowed.

Hunter left her. Kate went back inside to her husband. She stared at him and kissed him goodbye. She went home and freshened up, changing into a black dress. She got on a bus and went to the house. She got there and was asked for an invitation to the funeral. She told them she was Ethan’s distant cousin. “If you want you can ask my aunt, Elise,” Kate told the guard. “Oh she’s in prison.” The guard had no one to ask, so he had no choice but to just let her in. As soon as she got to the garden, she saw a camera man and a reporter. She knew that was Hunter’s doing but where was he? She asked herself.

“Before all of it.” His words landed deep. For the first time, I believed he might be right. *** Across Manhattan, in a penthouse glowing with city lights, Charlotte Reed poured herself another drink. On the television, footage of the gala played…Evelyn Hartman radiant in silver and calm. Charlotte’s reflection glared back at her from the glass. “She thinks she’s untouchable,” she hissed. From the shadows, Victor Crane strolled forward, suit perfect, expression colder than the midnight outside.