Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

" Katherine’s face fell as she heard this. We can’t even pretend to be romantic, people are already noticing it. Katherine's outfit is a stunning contrast to Alexander's formal attire, reflecting her vibrant personality and love for fashion. She wears a knee-length, figure-hugging dress in a rich shade of emerald green, made from luxurious silk fabric that flows gracefully as she moves. The dress features an elegant sweetheart neckline and delicate spaghetti straps, accentuating her slender frame. The dress is adorned with intricate floral lace embroidery along the bodice, adding a touch of femininity and sophistication. The skirt of the dress flares out slightly, allowing for ease of moveme

"I don't want to see him right now." Katherine hid behind Vincent's large back. She spoke softly to him. Gilbert Grande and she both shared the same surname Grande. When they met face to face, wouldn’t he recognize her easily? He was no fool, even if the whole world saw her as Katherine Jeremy, he would always recognize his niece. Because after everything he'd done, he'd been looking for her all these years. Currently, she only knew some basic information about the current Hologram Corporation. She couldn't appear in front of him right now. Surely his powerful influence could crush her hope as easily as a hand, no matter how talented Vincent Blythe was still somewhat afraid of him.

It wasn't Katherine's style, but she had always preferred the open airiness of Cape Cod to the elegant grandeur of the Victorian era, despite her love of Victorian literature. Katherine had only one last guest to serve and she dreaded it. Of all the guests to give her trouble the last few days, Agnus McDuffie had been the absolute worst. Everywhere he went, he left a massive mess behind him, shooting her a satisfied, malicious look as he walked away. If she had just mopped the floor, he would deliberately walk all over it after just going outside, trailing mud and dirt all over her nice, clean floor. Fortunately, none of the rooms were carpeted, so she didn't have to deal with the hassle of

they all passed around the couch to the next room as jane went up the stares and returned with a blanket covering Hecate then heading inside the room as well. "Martha." screamed Peter running to an old lady who was standing at the sink making the dishes. "hey champ. know one day you will give me a heart attack with your loud scream honey." said martha. "oh I'm sorry I did that." whispered peter smirking. "hello martha." started Jade softly. "come here darling. down I see that face and I don't think it's trying to get my attention. is it peter?"joked martha.

Kit could only stare at Pierce with her mouth agape for a long moment, not sure how to respond to that. He was dancing on the edge of implying Eli had told her the truth about the house, and Kit didn’t like it—even if it was true. “Pierce, I’m afraid I already have plans this evening. Perhaps another time.” She offered a twig of hope only out of politeness. She knew enough about the Representative from Metfirth to pray he never lay another finger on her for the rest of her life.

Her smile was like a blossoming peach flower in spring, captivating yet not overly seductive, carrying a light fragrance. Her skin was as white as snow, smooth and delicate. Her long, dark hair fell softly behind her, styled in a gentle, understated updo. Despite the minimal hair ornaments, she possessed an ethereal beauty. Her pale pink silk gown swayed gently with each step, as light as a cloud. This was Katherine, the woman who had tormented me, who had driven me to death in my previous life—the woman who, after her "death," became a revered figure in the Morgan pack.

“I see anger in your eyes. You came for revenge. But you are not allowed to bring a weapon here, much less spill blood. I rebuke you, you have no place for this—” Katherine laughed, and it sounded like a thing that had been saved up for a long time. She moved down those few worn steps with the economy of someone who has rehearsed violence in the mirror. She closed the distance between us with an easy, terrible grace. “Enough of the dramas, old priest,” she snapped, as if she were clearing away props. Her smile flicked once, cold and quick, then gone. She stood over me, the knife glinting in her hand like an accusation.

"You’re not screwing this up for me, Dorian!" I keep my eyes glued to my phone, pretending to type even though the screen’s empty. My head won’t let go of the fact that it’s Katherine’s father. Which means Ella’s dragging me straight to Katherine’s house. Straight to Katherine. Miss Perfect herself. Harvard-bound, never-mess-up, rule-follower Katherine. The one with a permanent steel rod stuck up her ass. All ice, all business, all the damn time. Except that night. That night. I’d thrown myself at her more times than I can count back at Brighton. Why not? It’s not like Miss High-and-Mighty is ugly enough to hide her face in a bag. Actually, the exact opposite. She’s drop dead gorgeous. And c

Surprisingly, my soul floated midair. I didn't disappear right away. I watched Healer Petra Holmes gasp the moment the scalpel dove into my skin, and only one kidney was found. "Why does she only have one kidney?" she boomed. "This is ridiculous! How could they make her donate her kidney when she only has one? This is murder!" Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?"

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.