Katherine Forrest Author Novels & Stories

He leaned forward and kissed her again. * * * Katherine circled the exhibit space trying to calm herself. The redhead’s name was Macey Grayson and she was M. Gray! They were one and the same. How could a talentless hack become an acclaimed artist? She should be a failure like her father! And worse, she knew Victoria Laurent, one of the most famed wedding dress designers ever! Not only did they know each other, but they were on good terms. The kids dared call her Auntie Vicki like she was some sort of farmer’s wife!

"Katherine," She groaned and dropped her hands, walking to stand before me with a playful frown and asking, "How did you know?" I looked at her slim frame, red hair, and blue eyes; her tan skin was enough proof that she still worked outdoors. Katherine was Alpha Dario's Gamma's daughter, and we had watched her grow from the tiny little thing she was. She left when she was twelve to prepare for the hurdles being a Gamma brought. Now here she was, with rounded hips, small breasts, and perky nipples pushing the white cotton shirt she wore. Her trouser completed the hard black booth she wore.

said the host which was a beautiful middle-aged woman named Katherine. Leah smiled, she put her hand on her chest and mumbled, "Thank you, Kate," in a whisper. "So as we know this book is a novel which written base on a true story of the author herself, my question is, how do you manage to stay alive after all those horrible things your ex-husband did to you? I mean, even before this novel launched everyone in the U.S. might already hear the news about your experience, we know how miserable your life was..." asked the host, Leah could hear empathy in her voice.

They were exactly like the worn journals I’d been reading. I pushed off the chaise and grabbed the books. Katharine kept a journal, or at least she had. I glanced at the dates, flipping from the front to the last page. She had started about a year after coming to live with Penny and these books had lasted her five years. Her journals weren’t as wordy as Penny’s. There were random thoughts, some longer passages, even a few postcards taped inside. They also contained sketches, small images of things she must have loved.

Lucifer said quietly, gesturing round. “This is very beautiful,” Katherine said. “You're most welcome.” Katherine smiled and felt heartwarming. She inhaled every flower and touched her heart as she read the cute little notes. “Aww this is so sweet. I already know where I'll put the rest of the flowers. I disappear for one year and boom, my flowres are dead.” “One year?” He said. “You were gone for forever.” Katherine grinned and that was when it occured to her. She spun around, blinking. “Wait had you said Kids? Or did I imagine it?”

However, just as she was about to leave the room, a thought suddenly crossed her mind, making her pause immediately. Katherine turned to look back at the book once again, "Where have I seen this book?" she whispered to herself, searching her thoughts thoroughly with one eye closed and a hand on her chin. "ahh..." she suddenly gasped in shock, her body shuddering as the realization dawned on her. Katherine's body and steps were stiff as she silently walked back to the book and slowly picked it up once again with a shaky hand. It was exactly the type of book that Rose loved reading. Nora Jones was one of Rose's favorite authors, and she'd seen her reading this particular edition. Her memory qu

Katherine pointed out, her eyes narrowing on her daughter. Katherine Scott was a bitter woman who harboured a lot of hatred for the Ford family. At first, she blamed the company for Jason Hamilton used it as an excuse not to marry her because she was from a poor background. He wanted to be the CEO so he couldn't be involved with a woman from a low social status.

She grinned, already deep in fictional bloodshed. Katherine thrived in chaos. Where most writers needed silence and tea, she wrote surrounded by mess and mayhem. Clothes littered her bed, Monty Python posters lined her walls, and the regal oil painting of Jasper that I had given her last year hung in pride of place like a monarch’s portrait. “Anyway,” she said, pausing long enough to sip her coffee, “back to more pressing matters. You need to test the sex before you commit. You don’t want to end up married to a man who thinks missionary is adventurous.”

*** "Dear baby, it's Mommy. These are my promises to you... Katherine grinned, as she read the words, the light folds on the paper were evidence of how she cried as she made the list. She recalled the number of papers she trashed after soaking all of them with her tears. This was the only one that came out neat among them. She had written the list on the day she moved back to her father's house, following the end of her fake marriage to Anderson. Writing these promises to her baby assured her and calmed her emotions, it made her happy and helped her feel more important. She hasn't realized how much she cried that day until she took out the trash basket in her room that was filled with papers

something she had no intention of becoming to any man, no matter what they looked like or how charming they might very well be. She had heard it all, and she wasn’t interested. Katherine was happy on her own. She had great friends, less now she lived in the city away from home. The love of her foster parents Jack and Dawn Nelson, who she tried to see at least once a month on a trip home. Back at the office, Cat had just sat down behind her desk when a tall, dark, breathtakingly gorgeous man came storming through the door, a face like thunder. “Where the hell is she?” he demanded from her.