Katerina Petrova Quotes Novels & Stories

“I know my mother enough to know how she is…” “You can ask every maid in the house whether or not I leave it let alone approach Inna” Katerina said, stopping me “no one comes and visits me, and I don’t go out to see any of them, not even Inna. All the maids in your house can and will be telling you the same thing”

I asked. “Of course, they don’t joke with me, they are really treating me like a queen here, you know what dad would be doing to anyone who would lay a finger on his first seed.” She replied. Katerina was in the Russian army and would be done with her program in a few months. I was actually asked to join too, but I was so scared of joining the Russian force and facing battles. Katerina was stronger and had a stony heart compared to me who would just make use of my mouth and the influence of my dad as the only weapon. I heard the footsteps approach faster so I had to end the call right away. I wasn’t so certain the call would end as predicted.

Kat whimpered slightly before she responded. “She does. She just has trouble trusting people,” Kat’s response came through softly. I felt like such a horrible person in that moment. I was hurting him, the more I prolonged this and remained indecisive, I was hurting my mates. “Well, I would go to the end’s of the Earth if that’s what it took for her to love us,” Petro’s poetic answer tugged at my heart.

the three agreed and proceeded to the door, but stopped before Ivan and Celine. "Your treachery and betrayal have saved you today. But be cautious; the next time you disrespect Kamilla Laskin, the entire Petrov will be chasing after your ass." Kyriz smirked as he walked out the door with Jean and Michael. "Well, you just messed with a Petrov woman. Petrov males are inherently possessive and protective. You are lucky, Mr. Samuel Petrov appeared to be in a good mood tonight," one of the customers said. "Celine..." Cynthia sagged helplessly on the floor as her feet lost their strength. But no one seemed to care; even Celine was too stunned to check on her mother.

It was unnecessary. “There’s no use crying over spilled milk, Svetlana. Your regret is useless. I hope you won’t waste Ahrio’s sacrifice for you.” Yekaterina replied coldly. She and the guys passed by her without another word, leaving Svetlana crying and feeling even more broken.

was my warning not clear enough? Katerina wouldn’t meet my eyes. Nikolai stood. “Mother,” he said quietly, “Vittoria is my woman. My wife. No one else. Katerina is nothing to me.” The room went still. Lisa’s face tightened in disbelief. Katerina’s eyes widened, hope flickering, then dying. Katerina then took a step forward towards Nikolai "Baby, don't say that. I know you're mad at me, but we can fix this. I love you" she then reached out to touch Nikolai's face.

“Sorry, I tend to do that a lot. But I hope you got the gist of it. Now tell me where you’ve been. I have been worried sick! You know, I had some really dark and twisted dreams about you. I swear you could write a book with all the crazy stuff that’s happened in my dreams lately. It was just bad. And—okay, okay. I won’t overdo it again. You were saying something? Right, sorry. Go on. I promise I’ll listen this time. Don’t worry. I’m listening. See? I’m all ears. Now go on, tell me everything.” I shake my head. I don’t know how I forgot about this weird creature. For the life of her, Katerina doesn’t stop talking. She can’t even control herself or pause to take a breath. It’s just a series of

"Because I was afraid. Afraid you would hate me. Afraid you would leave. Afraid you would never forgive me." I stared at her. "That is what everyone says." "Because it is true." Rex stepped forward. "Are you working with Drake?" Katerina shook her head. "No. I am working against him." "Then why are you leaving photographs? Why are you trying to scare us?" "I am not trying to scare you. I am trying to warn you." "Warn us about what?" Katerina walked to the window. Looked out at the street. "Drake is not the enemy. He is a pawn. Like Victor. Like Dante. Like all of them."

Not for anyone involved. "Petrova, Petter. Both mean the same thing...son of Peter," I said. "Damn it. Mas, slap him upside the head," Nik snarled as the screen switched back to her face. Mas' hand lifted and cuffed the back of my head without a moment's notice. "Thank you. I've been wanting to hit him." "Karine Petrova is a Petter. You said it yourself, their reach is global now." I glared at Mas. The man had hands like steel gloves.

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.