Katherine Novels & Stories

she said slowly, “I have something to tell you. And… something to apologize for.” Carolina blinked. “What are you talking about? Why do you need to apologize to me?” Katherine dropped her gaze. “I lied to you. And I’m really sorry.” “Lied?” Carolina leaned forward. “Lied about what?” “I told you I was going for a vacation. That was a lie,” Katherine admitted, voice low. “I didn’t go for a vacation. I went to Manhattan… to see Kingsley.” Carolina’s mouth parted. “Wait—what? Did you go to Manhattan? To see Kingsley? What are you saying?” Her voice was rising. “Why would you go and see him after everything?”

She's a good example of someone who let their fame blind them. "Katherine, nice to see you." I politely greeted as she giggled up at me. Katherine Moore is her name; She was a pretty woman, tall with brown hair cut in a pixie haircut, and a lighter shade of brown eyes. We've acted together in a movie once a few years ago, and she's been working her hardest to seduce me since then but knowing that it was for my fame and influence and nothing else, I didn't let myself get any closer to her, keeping our relationship strictly professional.

It’s like she automatically knew this incident would not lead to something good. Katherine had always been one of those girls who thrived on status and reputation—always in Callahan’s circle, known for her sharp tongue and sharper looks. She knows though that she was never involved directly with Callahan but she wouldn’t be surprised to know if she actually admired him. “Yes, it’s me,” Celine replied, trying to keep her tone neutral. She smiled stiffly, wanting to keep things light, but Katherine’s face suggested she had other plans. “Oh, it’s so nice to see you!” Katherine exclaimed. Her smile wa

"You said this would fix things. It had better." Footsteps on the stairs. Coming closer. The bedroom door swings open. Katherine Hawthorne steps into the room, and for a moment, everything stops. She's even more stunning up close than she is across a crowded campus. Forty-five years old and carved from marble — tall, ice-blonde, cheekbones that could cut glass, lips painted a red so dark it's almost black. She's wearing a cream cashmere coat that probably cost more than my car, pearls at her throat that scream old money.

Katherine snapped, her irritation obvious. Nora's frown got even deeper, "do you not like Kashton?" She asked slowly. "I don't like him?! I hate that bastard and everyone that's related to him!" Katherine cursed. She was fuming just thinking about what that bastard Kashton had done to her! Nora sighed in relief when she heard that who Katherine hated was Kashton. However, she was still pissed to think that that person was still making things hard for her even when she was no longer his Luna!

He chuckled low, his knuckle pressing a bit firmer along her spine, dipping into the dimples at the base of her back. "Good things, I hope. Tell me what's on your mind. We have all night." Katherine bit her lip, her doodling resuming as she gathered her thoughts. "Everything, really. Us. How we got here. I mean, you're... you're Vincent Morris, the guy everyone talks about, the successful, intimidating one. And I'm just... me. Katherine Smith, the girl trying to figure out college and life without my dad around." Her voice softened, a hint of sadness creeping in as she thought of James, gone too soon. Vincent's arm tightened aro

“I see you haven’t lost that attitude yet. I’ll send my sister in here. Maybe she’ll be able to talk some sense into you.” He got out of the room and a few minutes later, I heard the clicking of heels on the floorboards. The door to the room they kept me in was opened and she walked in. “Ravenna, right?” She asked, lowering herself to the armchair her brother just vacated. “I’m Katherine.” She looked flawless. Her skin looked glassy, and most of all, she was beautiful. Her brown hair was held in a tight ponytail, bringing the attention to her blue eyes and full lips.