Katherine And Elena Novels & Stories

Eli talked with his mouth half full about Marcus and the cartwheel and the painting they’d done in class, and Elena kept catching my eye across the table, smiling like she couldn’t help it. After dinner, Eli was worn out enough that he didn’t put up much of a fight about bedtime. Elena tucked him in while I lingered in the hallway, listening to the low murmur of her voice reading him something short, his sleepy replies growing quieter until they stopped altogether. I went to my room to drop my jacket and things, my mind drifting back, uninvited, to the boardroom. The gala. Three days. Celeste standing beside me in front of everyone while Elena and Eli existed in this entirely separate corner

The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Marcus sat in his CEO chair, with Vivienne flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong. I understand that we were never as close like sisters should but I have never imagined that she would be against me either. Even if she was, not in this manner. Not like this. “Elena has committed treason against me and the entire Hartwell Group.” I heard Marcus say—cold and authoritative—echoing through the conference hall.

Rowan asked with a low voice and a confused expression. "Katherine isn't just a spy, Rowan. She is Lihont’s lover and was sent here to cause issues in Zoran and Naelis's relationship." Naelis was extremely angry and disgusted at the same time and she felt like she wanted to vomit. The woman had been trying to throw herself at Zoran while she was with the man who was trying to kill them all.

No. I was really angry because the kid was an orphan. Elena was an orphan. And... He was also a good pretender. Elena... Was a con artist. A professional pretender.

"But Elena, I'm sure that's never going to happen. I think you're going to surprise everyone, including yourself." Inside the cabin, I collapse onto the bed, my body aching from the empathic labor and my head spinning with everything Rylan said to me. "Kael," I say to him as he settles in next to me. "The Empath who helped the hunters with the purge. Who was she?" "Katherine," he replies. "She claimed to be working towards peaceful coexistence between humans and supernatural beings." "But she was helping the hunters," I say. "We think she believed she was protecting humans from supernatural harm. That she'd justified killing 'harmful' werewolves and vampires."

Twelve pairs of eyes that had watched my father rule, watched me bury six women, and now watched me carry the seventh out of that arena like she was the only thing left worth saving. Elena sat at the head of the long obsidian table, spine straight, lips pressed into a thin line. Thorne was beside her. Veyra, the oldest, sat at the far end, fingers steepled. The rest looked like wolves who had just realized the sheep they’d cornered had teeth. I didn’t sit. I stood at the opposite end of the table and spoke before anyone else could. “Katherine will not face the Trial of the Moon anytime soon,” I said. “She is recovering. She bled for this pack tonight and stopped a war with nothing but her ow

Together. back to Elena's narrative

"Face it, Katherine. You are a low-born stray with nothing to offer an Alpha King. Your blood is weak. Your connections are worthless. Dear sister, for your own sake, you will agree to the divorce. The consequences of refusing are something you simply won't be able to bear." Not up to his standard. Nothing to offer. The words should have stung, but instead, they ignited a cold fire in Katherine's soul. Unknown to them, as they sneered at her worth, the entire elite of the city was clamoring for the designs of "Sienna," the brilliant, anonymous designer who was leading the industry. And they had no idea they were insulting her to her face. Katherine felt the final thread of their fabricated r

I never meant to watch her that much but I always did. Before I could look away, a little girl ran into the courtyard. It was Elina, Elder Morthom's granddaughter. The little girl ran into the courtyard and quickly spotted Katherine. Then she happily waved at Katherine and hurried over to her side and started talking right away after. Katherine turned and gave her a soft smile. She bent down to listen while Elina spoke excitedly while pointing at the warriors. Then she followed the little girl's gaze and did not pull away. They stood there together and looked at the direction that Elina was pointing out.

RAVEN The woman — Elena — stood in our foyer like she already owned it, her red dress hugging every curve, a diamond ring flashing on her finger. Kai’s arranged fiancée. The one who had been watching us fuck like animals for weeks. I felt Kai’s cum still slowly leaking down my thighs under my robe as Elena’s sharp eyes raked over me. “Such a pretty little stepsister,” she purred, holding up the flash drive. “I have hours of footage. You two are quite… athletic.”