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.

-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

She cursed as she walked towards her bag and picked up her outfit for the day before stomping off to the washroom to prepare for work. "Ouch…she almost broke my neck!" Harris whimpered, as he sat up and stretched his neck after watching Katherine stomp off to the washroom. Katherine reappeared in the room after almost half an hour in a black knee-high skort worn above black net leggings, a black halter strap tank top, and a black knee-high Italian boot. "Wow! You look as sexy as a mafia queen!" Harris exclaimed after ogling at her for over five minutes since she returned to the room.

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

and walked out. And now it was Thursday. The storm hadn’t passed. It had settled. Silent. Dangerous. Katherine walked into the office that morning dressed in slate grey. Again. Her hair was tied in a severe bun. No lipstick. No bright heels. No scent of her signature cherry-vanilla perfume. She looked… efficient. Unapproachable. Deadly. She didn’t greet anyone. Just moved to her desk with her eyes down, the silver laptop under her arm, her jaw set. The only accessory she wore was a stainless steel watch.

Asked Liam hurriedly, he found Zac playing with the food, his fork moving back and forth between the food, but not a single grain went to his mouth. "He doesn't need to, Li! Enjoy the evening, I will return soon! Bye!" Said Katherine as she barely paused between words. She grabbed her bag from the couch and headed toward the exit. Though she knew no one was following her, she still anticipated whether any doubt arose in that devil's head. "Please, God, be with me," she whispered as she stepped out of the big premises of Bratva mansion She got into a cab and headed toward the address the woman sent. Even though she knew the woman was no good, the thing she did

Katherine pointed out, her eyes narrowing on her daughter. Katherine Scott was a bitter woman who harboured a lot of hatred for the Ford family. At first, she blamed the company for Jason Hamilton used it as an excuse not to marry her because she was from a poor background. He wanted to be the CEO so he couldn't be involved with a woman from a low social status.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.