Katherine Forrest Author Novels & Stories

Katherine muttered, elbowing me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just really grateful he saved me.” “Oh, come on. Are you going to deny Corvin is seriously hot? And the General... don’t even get me started. Goddess, that man would’ve melted your panties off...” “Katherine!” I yelped, watching her fan herself and laugh to her heart’s content as she latched onto my arm and tugged me inside. “Oh, my sweet Tempest, when I grow up I want to be just like you, girl. I was about to give that man so many pervy gropes!”

A bit late to get scared now anyway, she thought dryly. Satisfied that she was safe from observation, Katherine tried again to get under the fence. She shimmied in the soft earth, not caring that she would be covered in mud afterward. After all, her life was hardly a fashion contest. It was no trouble this time to get through and Katherine was on the other side in a second. She pulled her backpack through from the other side. She put her backpack on and rose from the ground, looking around her at the forest she was now in.

The afternoon sun beat down on the sprawling estate, turning the air thick and sultry as Katherine stood in the walk-in closet of their bedroom, surrounded by a sea of swimsuits and cover-ups. Her fingers trailed over the fabrics, hesitation knotting her brow. She wanted to look perfect for Vincent, irresistible, tempting, the kind of sight that would make his eyes darken with that possessive hunger she craved.

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.”

Before he could say anything more, he watched Katherine collapse on the floor with a loud thud. A/N: Hey Readers!! First of all, sorry for not updating the chapter yesterday. I wanted to give you regular updates this week too but sadly, both my books, 'His lost love' and 'Doomed to love you' were stolen and illegally published on a pirate app Solnovel. I had a hectic day, informing my Editor, talking to my fellow authors and sending emails to those cheap apps.

“We have to take revenge for the woman who stole our men. We have to teach Katherine Fielding a lesson and take back what she took from us. If she’s out of the picture, our men will come back to us.” My skin crawled at the suggestion, but I can’t deny that she had a point there. The possibility sent excitement to my brain. I giggled. If Katherine was out of the picture, then Greg would come back to me. “Now, that was an idea. Teach Katherine a good lesson she won’t forget.” I was curious about how this woman would execute her plan. She looked me straight in the eye and offered to shake my hand. “I forgot to introduce myself. I am Agatha Richards.” She told me.

The employee gestured for Katherine to follow her and I waved her off. It seemed to me that Katherine didn't know who I was and I left it at that. I took her to a restaurant to have dinner and I learnt more about her. She was a freelance writer who had written a few unpublished manuscripts and when I asked her why she hadn't published them yet, she told me she'd been scared of rejection and her mother's illness had not allowed her to do anything else except take care of her. "Can I recommend you to a publishing house? I bet they'd love your work." I told her.