Katherine Novel By Anya Seton Novels & Stories

She twirled round in front of the mirror with a wide smile, “How do I look?” “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.” Her mother’s eyes shone from unshed tears. She hadn’t expected her only daughter to get married at the young age of twenty-one, but she was the only one that could save their company. And getting married to Ken Hart was their only solution. “You look the happiest today.” Katherine nodded in excitement, “I am happy, mum. I am getting married to Ken. I feel like I have achieved everything I wanted in this life.”

Katherine’s POV The next evening, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was meeting a stranger. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the quiet, careful version I’d been for years. I slipped into a red dress the first time I’d worn one since my wedding. For years, I’d stuck to gray, beige, soft blues. Safe colors. Colors that never drew attention. But tonight, I wanted to be seen. The fabric clung to my body like confidence I hadn’t felt in years. I brushed my hair over one shoulder and applied lipstick the same shade as the dress. My reflection looked… different. Stronger. Colder. The kind of woman who didn’t wait for anyone’s approval.

But the first time she came into contact, she was unexpectedly infuriated by Alice, almost couldn't keep her composure and screamed, arguing about winning and losing. If it weren't for her being carefully told to be patient, waiting for the plan to succeed later, Alice would certainly be nothing. There would even be a day when she made this Alice taste her insolence and her arrogance. Katherine thought to herself: ‘Today's goal is to successfully get Prince Nelson's attention. I have to take advantage of her carelessness and seize the opportunity’ After that, Alice didn't even pay attention to the person in the carriage, and decisively opened the window. Breathing the same air as that rag do

But I was not driven by lust that I could not see past her entitlement and the chain that would go around my neck if I decided to be foolish enough to touch her. “Katherine, get me a drink,” I said, turning to head to my couch. “And bring me the book I was reading yesterday. Did you want to learn Math as well? I saw you looking at it.” Katherine scanned Emilia from head to toe and then clicked her tongue, walking to the dining room. She returned with some juice and the textbook. “I can read the one you have finished, sir,” Katherine said. “It is all the same.” I did not want to get used to Katherine being sensible. I hoped that sooner or later, she would come back to her senses and remember

Silence filled the room. One of the women stood. She was tall, slender, with long chocolate brown hair that shimmered under the dim light. She moved with confidence, her dress clinging to her body in a way that made every man look at her. She introduced herself as Katherine, her voice smooth and sultry. Her eyes, though, weren’t on me. They were on Dante. Eyes filled with lust. My stomach knotted, but I stayed quiet, pretending not to notice. Katherine smiled, almost too sweetly, and said, “How about a game of truth or dare?”

He also wanted to kiss her until her knees gave out under her. Katherine Lawrence was the only woman who had this effect on him, and he didn’t like it. Not that she was always off getting drunk and passing out in biker bars; no, this was something totally new. But she was a fucking riddle wrapped in a mystery dipped in a bottle of hair dye.

he said, pointing at a pair of black underwear. My eyes widened as I looked at him. "Are you gay?" He glared at me and flicked my forehead. "This is for you. Gay? You want to be sore for days?" he said, clearly annoyed. I laughed and covered my mouth. "You’re crazy." "I’ll pick your clothes," he said, pulling me with him. Did he treat Katherine this way too? Or was he gentler with her? He probably loved her, so of course, he took care of her. But… why did she die?

Chapter 3 - Mate “You know what, we should just enjoy the party instead, rather than being wary of getting caught. If we get caught, then at least we enjoyed the night, right? Make the best out of this moment, Katherine. Come on.” Sandy said, giving her empty glass to a waiter and taking Katherine’s glass to put down as well. Katherine had been too anxious and wary of her surroundings, fearing that someone from her pack might recognize her and drag her out, and worse punish her once she returned to her basement, which she calls home. But she realized, Sandy’s words were right, she might as well enjoy it while it lasted, this was her first time attending the royal ball, and it might be her la

Katherine’s POV A huge rumble of explosion woke me out of bed, and I jumped into action, my heart hammering like a drum. It was weird, almost like I went back in time, and I was at Serenity where Shadow was attacking us all over again. I quickly put on my dress because I'd already selected my outfit days ago, I didn't want to be taken by surprise. Calen treated me to the most amazing dinner night yesterday almost like he knew that this was going to take place.

“The door was open.” “Okay, but who are you?” He repeated, trying to hide the growing bulge in his brief with the towel. I blinked, my face heating up as I registered what was going on. “I-I’m Katherine, Jenny's daughter.” I stammered, quickly standing up and turning my back to him, trying to give him some privacy. “I heard the kitten and… I didn’t mean to intrude!” The chuckled softly, seemingly more amused than annoyed. “It’s fine. I should’ve closed the door. I forgot that we were going to have a girl living with us now.”