Katherine Elizabeth Short Novels & Stories

"But we are not done, Kat. And I'm not giving up" ——————————— Showered and dressed, Katherine felt much better. It had been a long day at work. And she had to come to the park for Tim's game. The full length mirror reflected the thin straps supporting the red and white striped knit top. The blue shorts were brief, age flattering to her long legs. A pair of treasured, worn sandals completed her outfit. She tamed the last willful tendril at the nape of her neck and checked the single clip that bound her hair atop her head in a loosely twisted knot.

And assuring she is happy is the most important thing to me. As she takes me to her room, my breath is taken away by her beauty. I can’t help but kiss her shoulder as I unzip her dress. As her dress falls from her shoulders my breath catches as I see this beauty in a black strapless bra and black thong. Kate is what fantasies are made of.

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

He had known Victoria since college, and he had never seen the blonde before, so it was safe to say Victoria didn’t know this woman either. “I’m sorry, who are you?” Victoria finally asked. “I’m Katherine Trent. My wedding is in six months and if I had a one of a kind dress by you, I know I’d make the front page!” “Well, I don’t take special orders. I’m much too busy.” Katherine’s enthusiastic expression faded, “Oh, but you have to! I came here to ask M. Gray to be my photographer. It’s the perfect opportunity for both of you.”

“Do you think South City would have survived this long if Lucia Everton would surrender her most prized secrets because of a good fuck?” Reese flared up instantly, snarling at me. “So all of this was for naught?!” I could not help but roll my eyes. “Did I say that? Like any other woman, she does not just want to be a quick fuck. She wants something real. Status. Power.” I kicked the back of the seat in front of me. “Katherine, you might understand that more than the rest of us.” Katherine made a small sound but did not respond or turn around.

Annie's breath caught. She'd expected someone older, weathered by time and dark magic. Instead, Katherine looked like she could be in her early thirties—radiant skin, sharp cheekbones, dark hair that fell in glossy waves past her shoulders. She wore all black, but it was elegant black. Her eyes swept the room with the precision of a woman who missed nothing. "Wow," Peggy muttered under her breath. "That's their mom?" Killian was the first to move, crossing the room. "Mom." His voice was warm as he pulled her into a hug.

Said Jax. "Can you believe it? This dumbass was bragging about barely escaping with his life." Said Sean incredulously. "Shaw there's something you need to see." Jax's mood shifted quickly, and he looked nervous and pissed off suddenly. "Show me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled photograph. He unfolded it and handed it to me. When I looked at the picture my blood ran cold. I was looking at a photo of Katherine and Amelia dressed in black at what appears to be a funeral. I felt sick to my stomach. I stared at the picture until Jax spoke again.

One couldn’t imagine. “What did you discover?” “Elizabeth had a family.” “She had?” “Yes. She was adopted. But her adopted father did something that made her run away from home. You heard about different sects that dominated Great Britain in late 18th century? She was an heiress of an influential sect, but she left and became a servant. She was violated, though, but a rich family helped her and took her in. I figured later on that she really planned to get to that family, but I don’t know what happened to her ulterior motives, but I guess she fell in love with Lucian Von Rellis, one of the lords of the household.”

She met my gaze again. “Did you just run out of adjective, Author Westley?” I was only wearing a black tuxedo and wore my hair back while she was wearing a floor-length long sleeve embellished silk daring gown with Swarovski crystal beads that covered the important part of her body. The swells of her breasts were exposed, but it still looked pretty decent on her. Her hair was curled and fixed it at the back of her head in a stylish way. I noticed Mr. Carilli was with us, which I met him earlier. He was one of my brother’s invites.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”