Katherine Novels & Stories

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.

Katherine is pregnant. I am going to be a father again.

Lucifer cleared his throat, “Well, Riley, this is…” “Your little jewel, isn't it?” Her eyes flickered with a foreign emotion before turning to face Lucifer. “I heard.” Lucifer’s face went stoic all of a sudden. “From?” “Word gets around, Lucifer. Your lady here has been a hot topic for a while now.” Riley's eyes dragged over the somewhat timid girl's appearance, sniffling loudly. Katherine caught herself wanting to say something, but she didn't even know this woman. “Hi, I'm Katherine.” She squeaked, waving awkwardly. Riley nodded, examining her, “Riley.” She said, after a short moment of silence.

★★★★★★ Katherine Letting the turmoil slow down in my heart, I got out of the cab and found the enormous luxurious mansion in front of my eyes. It left me baffled as I could not understand how they could afford such a huge mansion. I stood at the gate as I pondered for a little while before pressing the screen next to the gate. As soon as my face displayed on the screen, I said, "I am Katherine Marshell, and I.." before I finished completing my sentence, the gate in front of me slowly opened wide.

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.