Katherine Novels & Stories

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

From her hidden spot, she had a clear view of Ethan as he called out to someone inside. “Katherine,” he called softly but with a commanding tone. Isabella’s brow furrowed in confusion. **Katherine? What could he possibly want with her?** Katherine was a mere maid, just like Lucy and Marie. Just that her post of work was different from Marie and Lucy. It made no sense for Ethan to seek her out, especially with such urgency. Katherine emerged from behind one of the stalls, her face glistening with sweat. She was clearly in the middle of her chores, her hands still dir

-Katherine- My Dearest Katherine, The battle did not unfold as I had hoped. We underestimated our enemy, believing they were few in number and engaged in fighting among themselves. How wrong we were. They stand united, skilled in combat, and remarkably resilient. Though they may appear barbaric, they are far from it. They are clever—far more clever than I ever anticipated. Now, I find myself at a loss. I fear for my own safety and that of my men. Their doubt weighs heavily on me, and I dread the thought of failing to protect them. Each life lost demands a scapegoat, and I’m that target. I will bear this burden willingly if only

Katherine announced. They had the rest of their meal in silence and once they were done, Katherine and her brother went to their separate rooms to prepare for work while their mom and Isabella cleared the table and both retired to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Katherine quickly washed up and changed into a black wide leg trouser and a white tank top with a white sneakers to match. She stood and stared at herself in the standing mirror for a while, rubbing her necklace. "I promise I will defeat him. I will make him pay no matter what I have to do. Major Daniels was right, the moon goddess might a

Not the one she plasters on her to fool others, but the one that comes right from her heart. “Why are you staring at me?” asked Rachel. “You're beautiful,” I said, the first thing that came to mind while looking at her. “Yeah, and you're just a fool,” She replied, laughing out loud. “Stop buttering me up, and watch the screen.” I turned my head to the screen of the television, groaning out loud. “What so interesting about a bunch of people sucking their faces in a setup lone island,” Rachel turned her face, weirdly eyeing me. “First it is not sucking face kissing. Second, I'm bored. That's why I'm watching a bunch of rubbish on the television.”

There she stood, Katherine, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a knee-length, emerald green dress that perfectly complemented her olive skin tone. The dress had a subtle shimmer, catching the light in all the right ways as she moved Her long, brown hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, and she had a touch of natural makeup that highlighted her striking features. I couldn't help but feel a rush of admiration for her as I greeted her at the door. "Hey, Katherine," I said, my voice filled with genuine warmth and appreciation.

Dominic exhaled, gave a slight nod, and was about to step out the door. "Wait a second," Katherine said suddenly. He stopped and turned. "What is it?" Katherine was a year older than Isabella but younger than Dominic. As his sister-in-law, he always addressed her formally, never by her family's endearments. The Sinclair sisters were both striking. Katherine resembled Isabella enough that people often noticed it—about 80% alike, though Katherine carried her own radiant beauty. Tonight she wore a silk camisole nightdress, the fabric clinging in a way designed to catch