Katherine Beckett Castle Novels & Stories

"I had to get your attention somehow." Castiel pulled out a chair and sat down beside her, his presence commanding yet comforting. His grey eyes sparkled with mischief, contrasting with his dark hair that framed his chiseled jawline perfectly. Katherine couldn't help but blush, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her. Sometimes she'd lie on her bed at the dead of night at home, wondering how someone could be so...so... Breathtaking. "Oh, I'm sorry," Katherine stammered, trying to regain her composure. "Um, I–I'm almost done with your book. I'll return it to you tomorrow."

Celestine rose from her seat and went down to the room to get some pieces of paper with a marker. “Madam Heather, would you tell me how many living stocks we got already?” Madam Heather rubbed her head, she called two ladies to come in. They were the wives of the survived merchant families living inside the castle. “Let me introduce Prince Valentino to you…” Heather opened the conversation with the coming up two middle aged women. They were working as the assistants in Heather’s department. They half knelt in front of Valentino. “It’s so precious to know you, Prince Valentino.” A woman in blue dress and she got red haired curlies spoke.

That was confusing, and so I stared back and forth, at him and at the intertwined hands that seemed to be bothering him so much and then finally, at the she-wolf that radiated so much power and elegance. I was still staring when the puzzle started to click into place, and just before my mind could solve it, her voice broke the magic. “Hello,” she was smiling when she got to me, and her smile was so contagious that my lips stretched into a smile of their own. “You must be Brooks-Dalton.” “Yes,” I managed to nod. I was swept away by the glamor that was her face and voice. “That's nice. I'm finally going to have a sister-in-law. I'm Venita Castle, Stephan’s Fiancee.”

"I see, Osborne Co, huh?' Havie mumbled while glancing at an empty desk by his. It was the temporary desk that Katherine had occupied while the first floor was under renovation. As a truly apathetic person as he is, Havie never cared about the existence of new people around him. Everyone feels the same for him: nothing. Even his friends who had been with him for 5 years at school also felt the same for him: nothing. He didn't want anything from them, and vice versa. But something was definitely bothering him about that woman, Katherine. Her brunette hair which was wavy down below her shoulders, with her comma bangs covering half of her forehead, looked just right for her. Her skin looks soft

We search everywhere the kitchen, the dining room, every square inch of the castle and we don’t find her until we walk by Thanatos’ office. Stella taps at the office door with her paw, and Thanatos opens the door. I see a flash of Salem in his eyes, and we walk in the office. Katherine is standing in the corner of Thanatos’ office with a smirk on her face that suggests she is completely in the right. “While Faith is technically under Katherine while I was away. She is my bride’s best friend.” “Bride?” Katherine laughs.“Her?" She looks at Thanatos like he’s telling a joke.

“That came from a woman, Jonathan. I’m sure of that. I had been with women too many times before that I would recognize one just by the sound they are making. Who on Earth was that? Have you found a human lover that’s why you didn’t want to come back anymore?” “Enough. I need to go now, Damon.” “But-“ “When it’s time, you wouldn’t need to ask. You will find me standing at the Castle gates. That time was just not right now.” Damon was still complaining when I pressed the end button. I ran upstairs and knocked on Katherine’s door. It was locked. As it should. “Katherine, are you okay? Let me in.” “No,” she said in a feeble voice. “I’m fine. I can handle this.”

“Hey, is everything okay? I’ve been trying to reach you. You —” “Devon, I need to tell you something,” she cut in, her voice trembling just slightly. “Please, just listen. And… promise you won’t be angry.” There was a short pause. “Talk to me.” She exhaled shakily and launched into it — the retreat, the suspicions, Katherine’s belief that the man in the mansion wasn’t Kingsley. The idea is to get hired as a maid. Everything she’d seen. The locked chest. The two passports. The unfamiliar Kingsley called Beth ma’am.

“Kane may trust you, but I don’t.” I give him a bland smile. “No need for threats. I’m already walking into my tomb.” “Don’t be dramatic. King Peter won’t kill you.” I raise both eyebrows at him. “We’ll just have to see if that’s true or not.” I exit the car, slamming the door behind me. This is as far as my escorts can go. Scarlett Thunder’s guards allow me into the castle while servants carry in my belongings. I walk down the long hallways flanked by the guards preventing me from running away even if I try. The castle is made of black brick and decorated with dark wood furniture that makes me feel like I’m in a mausoleum.

Ssshhh, don't say anything "He is a demon, and even the thought of him fear everyone, young lady. David Wastle is a disciple of sin and the devil who was brought up in an Italian Mafia household Don himself girl. He dominate Hawkins this whole freaking city with his power he is Heartless He has slain people and taken innocent lives; he is a monster and the devil. Ema kept talking and talking... A sense of déjà vu struck her. His warm breath touched her eardrum as he spoke, "Yeah kitten scream my name." She said joyfully, "David ahhhhhh David ahhhhhhhh." While gripping her tighter, he said, "Yes kitten, yes, remember me, remember my name, I'm David Wastle." "KATE!" As Ema yelled, "Bring her

She looked up when she heard my footsteps and offered a small nod. “Good morning,” I said softly, forcing a small smile as I stepped further inside. “I brought breakfast.” Her lips curved faintly. “You’re very consistent.” I set the basket down on the table and instinctively glanced around the room. The bed was neatly made, the sheets smooth, the pillow seemed untouched. “Where’s Mrs. Reynolds?” I asked. Katherine sighed. She slipped a bookmark between the pages of her book and closed it slowly. “Collette went outside,” Katherine replied. “Said she wanted some fresh air. She also said she wanted to be alone.”