Katherine 소설 & 이야기

Monica's was sharp as her words were firm which sounded right in the ears of the listeners and this made Katherine even more infuriated. “Can you hear and comprehend what you are saying? Who are you requesting to get your feet massaged by me? My name is Katherine Hughes." Katherine stepped towards Monica and yelled. "I haven't said Mackenzie because I recognize you as Katherine Hughes, but my last name is Mackenzie, and I am not required to explain myself to you. However, if you continue to poke, I will be able to make you feel what it is like to lose everything to

“Who does she think she is? Talking about your clothes like that—and about me! I swear, Katherine, if you don’t say something, I might—” “Let it go,” Katherine interrupted, sighing as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Thea’s... insufferable, yes, but she’s not worth it.” Hailey crossed her arms, still fuming. “Not worth it? She’s acting like Zayn owns you or something, like you’re some kind of trophy that she has to polish.” Katherine glanced at Hailey, her expression softening. “I know,” she said quietly. “But that’s just how she is. She’s been like this since I met her.”

His demeanor was both refined and casual, commanding attention without obvious effort. However, his eyes held a slight hollowness, and even the powder on his face couldn't fully conceal the dark circles beneath. This must be Alexander, I realized with a jolt—Katherine's lover who had helped her plot her escape. Beside him walked a woman who made my blood run cold. Katherine. Her face and eyes were like a painting rendered in thick ink, her lips naturally pink and alluring. Her smile was like a blossoming peach flower in spring, captivating yet not overly seductive, carrying a light fragrance.

She giggled. Katherine was annoyed, ""I should not have come here. This is my fault anyway."" She stood up and began to walk to the door. ""Okay wait."" Anna stopped her. ""Come back."" Anna said. Katherine went back to bed and sat down. ""What is this dream guy of yours? I mean what is his name?"" ""His name is Kelvin."" Anna's eyes widened in surprise, ""Kelvin?""

She swallowed the lump in her throat, making herself a quick sandwich before hopping into the shower. Her thoughts drifted. To him. To the kiss she had shared with Kane. The way he had devoured her. Her skin tingled just thinking about it. Men like him weren't real. At least, she never thought they were—not outside of the dirty books she kept stashed under her mattress. But here she was. And he had kissed her like he wanted to consume her. A shiver ran through her as she quickly washed her hair. She pulled on a long blue denim skirt, a fitted black bodysuit, and cinched it all together with a brown belt. She styled her hair into a half-up, half-down look, grabbed her brown boots and matching

"You said you were busy with work, and I came to your house just to see you cuddled up with some random woman? Are you kidding me?" "Well, before you start suspecting me and throwing cheating accusations around, you should have calmed the fuck down." "What explanation do you have for having some random woman half-naked, wearing the shirt I bought for you last year, prancing around your house like she owns it?" "Katherine is a business partner. She’s the daughter of Jacob Stones. You should know her, Katherine Stones." The name finally rang a bell. "The one in charge of the Melton Bridge project?"

Kennedy feels the bitterness. How could this woman attempt to kill her child? She almost died when she was young because Katherine pushed her into the lake ten years ago. How could she forget the incidents? Those who witnessed what Luna did to her child until now, no one was still wanted to speak about it. How could they not be afraid? Before Katherine became a Luna and the wife of Hendrick Arandelle, Katherine was the only daughter of the former Leader Alpha Artemio and Luna Cassandra of the Silver Cross pack.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

For someone who had supposedly just awakened from years in a coma, she moved with remarkable coordination. "Arthur, you should be careful with this one," Katherine said, gesturing to me with a delicate wave of her hand. "She's quite calculating, you know. Always has been." "Unlike your daughter," I retorted, "who is the very picture of innocence and honesty." Katherine's eyes narrowed slightly. "My Victoria has only ever shown loyalty to this pack and to Arthur. Unlike others who abandon their responsibilities at the first sign of trouble." I laughed, the sound echoing in the grand entryway. "You're looking remarkably healthy fo

“That means Katherine is Sarah’s mother.” Sarah’s head snapped toward Vincent. “Who the hell is Katherine?” she demanded, voice shaking. Vincent hesitated. He looked at her now with something different, something akin to realization and regret. “She was Jonathan’s lover. Years ago.” Sarah’s stomach twisted. “I don’t understand.” Vincent exhaled. “Katherine ran from Jonathan years ago because he was abusive.” Sarah’s breath hitched. A deep, sharp ache spread through her chest, suffocating. She wanted to scream, to deny it, but something deep inside her, the part of her that had always felt like an