Katherine Novel By Anya Seton Novels & Stories

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.

It was not fair. Katherine took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Her heart sank a little as she realised she had become so possessive of Thomas. It was ridiculous, she knew it was… Yet she knew it was something she could not get rid of. "Here, you could take a look at our menu book first." Somewhat reluctantly, Katherine accepted the menu book and opened it. Her enthusiasm for this first date with Thomas had disappeared, replaced by a desire to leave this place as soon as possible.

Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about – after all her life is all about tragedy ever since her brother had gone missing. “Lyra! More expression.” Anita shouted and that had distracted Catherine from typing and suddenly she got a writer’s block which she hated the most. She stood up from the corner which caught the attention of her mother. Catherine walked towards the stereo and changed the music into hip hop. “What on earth are you doing?” Anita annoyingly said and for sure she could be grounded for doing this but she always have her wits to escape her punishment. The ballet dancers were confused, too.

" She said to herself in mind. Later at night… Katherine came to her room after finishing all the work of the house. Katherine's room is a small room, with damp walls. Though their house is not big at all, it's a small house but in this small house her room is smaller. She only has a pair of clothes with her and some things of necessity. She doesn't buy anything because all these years she has been saving up to get out of this hell. Tears started forming on Katherine's eyes, this time, she didn't try to hold back her tears. She let them flow.

"I’m only using her as a means to an end. You know she hasn’t even let me take off her dress since we started dating. I’m just waiting for the calamity I'm planning to hit, and that’s where Katherine comes in. I want—" "Shh, that’s enough," Bethany shut him up. "Now, come to mommy." A sick, twisting sensation coiled in Katherine’s stomach. Her hand slipped from the knob. Each word hammered against her heart, cracking it piece by piece. Tears blurred her vision as wave of sickening laughter followed and then the moans started again, growing louder How could she've been so blind? The truth hit her. It'd been happening for so long. Even back when her stepmother was still married to her father.

"That's true. Dad told me the Sinclairs aren't just ours anymore. The Sinclair Group's many businesses are closely tied to Eastmere State's economy. Don't be fooled by their assets of only two or three billion dollars. That's just the visible part." Dominic had little interest in the Sinclairs' wealth, so he asked, "What about you? Do you have any goals?" "Me?" Katherine laughed. "I've always gone with the flow. Later, when I went to Skyline City with all of you, I just livestreamed a little every day, ate, and waited for life to unfold." Dominic replied bluntly, "I don't buy that." Katherine laughed. "Alright, honestly… I didn't like Yvonne, so I ran off to Skyline City because she kept set

He prayed the meeting would be to his friend’s satisfaction, and especially for the love interest Gabe was desperately trying to find. Katherine waited in Henry’s hunter’s cottage, two miles away from town—the perfect place for her secret rendezvous. Tonight she could not reveal her identity no matter how much she wanted to. She wore the stolen red wig, and had taken one of her sister’s puritan dresses. Looking her most sensual didn’t suit the purpose tonight, but appearing modest did. Gabriel wouldn’t believe her if she dressed in her own gowns. What worried her most was acting the part of an innocent, and naïve woman tonight. Since first meeting Gabriel, she had wanted him and had no qualm

|| ACE KING's POV || " So, how was my wedding gift to you, Princepessa?" I asked with a smirk, letting myself lay comfortably on the couch. Max approached me to turn the lighter on. He knew that I liked to smoke in tense moments. Honestly, I wasn't tensed now but a little happy regarding the whole situation. Finally, Katherine Harper was back in my cage. Her eyes snapped open in rage, glaring as she faced me from five feet away. She mumbled, gawking at my face hatefully,

"Uh… sure." Katherine stepped onto the veranda, the old wood creaking. She inhaled deeply, the crisp morning air filling her lungs as the sun rose higher, illuminating the countryside in shades of gold and pink. The small village nestled in the valley beyond seemed to hold its breath, waiting. As she gazed out at the expansive landscape, a wave of emotions washed over Katherine. The last two years in solitude had been a time for healing but also quiet acceptance of her fate. She had settled into her reality, but Hailey’s words sparked a defiance within her.

"Ending her chance of ever returning. And I would fly back to Panama, relaxed, sipping my coconut rum drink with a clear conscience." Annie tried to pull her hand back, but Katherine held firm. "But I'm not going to kill you sweetheart," Katherine said. "Because Lauren wouldn't want that and secondly, I trust that when the moment comes—when Annitore tries to claim your body, tries to push you aside and take everything you are—you'll say you reject her three times." Annie's eyes widened. "What?" Katherine released her hand and stepped back. "It's alright if you misunderstand me. People often do. I'm not a woman who explains herself or justifies her actions. I simply do what's best for everyon