Katherine Pierce Gif Novels & Stories

"Talk about drama. Should have brought some popcorn or something." Nathan let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, no kidding," he muttered. "This is going to be everywhere by tomorrow, Ginny from Willow Whispers must be happily typing away on her computer by now." Despite her teasing, Hailey kept her eyes on Katherine, watching for any kind of reaction. But Katherine wasn't laughing. She wasn't even smiling. Her shoulders were stiff, her hands clenched in her lap, her pulse thundering in her ears.

Katherine smiled. Richard looked at me from head to toe. "Now, how exactly do we kill a breathing woman? I mean, I poisoned your dad slowly but that was different." He scoffed. " Can't you just die on your own, you are so selfish. You really want us to be murderers." "Don't worry, honey. I brought something and I have been waiting for a long time to do this myself," Katherine grinned. She pulled out a little dagger. It wasn't long, but I knew it was sharp enough to send me straight to hell. She didn't hesitate. She didn't even blink, she also didn't let me blink.

She stared up at me, then as if it was the most natural thing in the world, touched my lips. “Passion pink isn’t your color,” she teased, wiping at my mouth. I dropped another kiss on her lips. “I told you to stop wearing the stuff. I’m only going to kiss it off anyway.” Keeping my arm around her, I turned to greet Graham. “Sorry, Katharine is easily excited.” I smirked. “And who am I to resist?” He chuckled, extending his hand, introducing me to his wife, Laura. Almost as short as Katharine, her golden hair swept into an elegant bun, she was grace personified.

“Isn’t that Beatrice’s boy? Why is he dressed like a traffic cone?” At the center of the terrace, framed by the city skyline, sat the two women. Beatrice Kendrick was a portrait of old-money rigidity, her pearls tight around her throat, her spine a straight line of disapproval. Opposite her sat Katherine, looking every bit the woman George had failed to notice for three years. She wore a sharp, cream-colored blazer, her dark hair flowing with effortless precision, and a glass of vintage Sancerre in her hand. "George," Katherine said, her voice a cool breeze. She didn't look up from her salad. "You're late. I hope the traffic wasn't too difficult for your... bicycle."

Circe sat there cold and silently like a blooming orchid, exuding an air of grace that stood out from the crowd. Though nobody found her weird or peculiar, many of the guys wanted to know her better, but they did not have the courage to do so. Everyone was getting in the mood, and Declan stood up smilingly with an elegant box in his hands. He walked towards Katherine and said politely, “Miss Katherine, today happens to be the Teacher’s Day, and I’d like to thank you for being our teacher. This is a gift for you.”

Katherine said as she waved at her guests earlier, then closed the door to the room and sat down in her work chair. Her eyes then looked up, staring at the ceiling of the room with a contemporary nuance, fatigue clearly visible on her face. She took off the glasses she used as a disguise, then tied her long, wavy hair, which she styled to match the formal dress she was wearing, into a ponytail, Slowly, she started to close her eyes, letting her fatigue lead her to sleep. She was just about to fall asleep when suddenly her smartphone rang. She was a bit reluctant to pick it up, on the grounds that since the day before yesterday, she had been avoiding calls or text messages from Thomas.

The room became noisy instantly, with no sign of stopping soon. One stylist hesitated before showing me her screen carefully. And the moment I saw it...my heart almost ripped apart from the caption. UNKNOWN WOMAN STEALS DAVE LAURENT FROM PENELOPE. WHO IS KATHERINE?

The sight in front of me was like something I can't believe. A reddish brown haired lady with big blue eyes and cherry red lips was standing smiling at everyone. She was like a Goddamn goddess . Most beautiful person I have ever seen . I can see that every boy was drooling all over her . She had a perfect body no wonder why one should not be admiring her. Our principal Mr.Brown , greeted her and took her in his office . We all came back to our original places . "So who is she ?" Ciara asked "Her name is Katherine Steele , she is our new biology teacher ." Asper answered .

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.

Gold jewelry adorned her neck and wrists, while her raven-black hair was elegantly pinned up, making her appear dignified, graceful. Like a queen who had descended from an ancient legend. For a brief moment, everyone inside the room forgot to breathe. Katherine smiled warmly. "You look like a queen straight out of a fairy tale." Kiara chuckled. "...A queen who happens to be a killer." Katherine burst into laughter before gently taking Kiara's hand. "I always wanted to become part of your family." Kiara smiled faintly and patted her hand. "I'm glad you are." Soon, Katherine entered the dressing room to finish preparing.