Katherine Novels & Stories

she prattled until Enrique coughed raising a brow. " Uh... Uh.. right. Am Katherine. April Sanders best friend. I saw you shoving your tongue down her throat so we couldn't be properly introduced" she says in all seriousness, fawning herself with her hand like she was on fire. Enrique looked shocked at her choice of wording. It must have shown on his face because Katherine retracted her words looking appalled.

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."

“Isn’t that Beatrice’s boy? Why is he dressed like a traffic cone?” At the center of the terrace, framed by the city skyline, sat the two women. Beatrice Kendrick was a portrait of old-money rigidity, her pearls tight around her throat, her spine a straight line of disapproval. Opposite her sat Katherine, looking every bit the woman George had failed to notice for three years. She wore a sharp, cream-colored blazer, her dark hair flowing with effortless precision, and a glass of vintage Sancerre in her hand. "George," Katherine said, her voice a cool breeze. She didn't look up from her salad. "You're late. I hope the traffic was

Katherine looked sharp in a hot pink power suit and white sneakers matching her satin camisole. Her ash blonde hair, drawn back from her face into a sleek chignon, showed off her sculpted features in all their glory. A former prima herself, she exuded an air of timeless elegance and grace. She glanced up and smiled, but her sapphire eyes remained cold like glass. Her smile never seemed to reach her eyes. "Please take a seat." Holly dutifully pulled out a chair and sat down, folding her hands in her lap.

~~Katherine~~ My stomach tightened as Harry approached us. He looked exactly like Zane. Or was I tweaking? Zane was just three when I lost him. My heart raced faster as Harry's sharp gaze shifted to me. “Who is this?” He asked. “Oh, this is…” Vanessa's voice trailed off. She turned to look at me. “I'm sorry, what was your name again?” I swallowed hard.“Katherine” I managed to let out, my voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Katherine”