Katherine Novels & Stories

Her surprise quickly changed to anger as she watched Madison carefully make her way past the swampy ground, on a wooden piece of wood and when she got past it, she dumped the plastic bag on one of the open dumpsters there. Katherine's fists clenched as she watched the bitch, jaw gritting as she assessed her from head to toe. For the umpteenth time, she wondered what was so special about her? What was so great about her that Damien would argue cause of her? She was the one making Damien, threaten and warn her, and she still wondered what spell she had concocted for her man? Hell he had even flied all the way to London to come see her. It was not like she was ev

Scarlett What Alpha Keith did for me was incredible. We spent time getting to know each other and spending time together. He never touched me or did anything inappropriate, but he made his intentions known and told me I could take all the time I needed and that he wasn't rushing. He let all the women in his harem go. Some put up a fight with me, but when I dealt with a few of them, they stopped. Keith often took me on picnics, horse riding and joy rides. I had fun.

She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip. “That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room. Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

“So you're Grace? I’ve heard so much about you.” I paused and turned toward the voice. Standing just beside the PR team was a stunning woman with soft brown hair and an aura that screamed wealth and privilege. Every detail of her, from her posture to her attire, looked meticulously expensive. People around her instinctively stepped aside, as if unwilling to offend her. She smiled as she moved closer, extending her hand. “I’m Katherine,” she said. “The new member of the PR team. Nice to meet you.” I looked at her outstretched hand, then at her face. Her smile was flawless and friendly, but her eyes told a completely different story. There was no curiosity or ki

and turned the screen toward me. "I found three possibilities," she said, pointing at her screen. "One is Katherine Williams, a famous athlete who dated a British royal. Another is Katherine Astor, daughter of some tech billionaire who's known for her designer bag collection." "And the third?" I asked, my heart beating faster. "Katherine Sinclair." "Who's Katherine Sinclair?" I leaned closer, trying to see the screen. "Let me check..." Hazel scrolled through the page and then clicked on a photo attachment. "Boom. Got a picture."

"Straighten your posture. You are the man of this house. Act like the master of this estate, not a man who spends his days on a bicycle." George forced his shoulders back, a bead of sweat tracing a cold line down his spine. "I’m fine, Mother. It was just a long day of... logistics." The double doors opened, and Katherine walked in. She didn't enter like the wife George had known, the woman who used to drift into rooms like a quiet ghost. She entered like a hurricane draped in silk. She wore a deep scarlet dress that clung to her every curve, her hair swept to one side to reveal the pale, flawless expanse of her neck.