Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

He leaned forward and kissed her again. * * * Katherine circled the exhibit space trying to calm herself. The redhead’s name was Macey Grayson and she was M. Gray! They were one and the same. How could a talentless hack become an acclaimed artist? She should be a failure like her father! And worse, she knew Victoria Laurent, one of the most famed wedding dress designers ever! Not only did they know each other, but they were on good terms. The kids dared call her Auntie Vicki like she was some sort of farmer’s wife!

James Smith sneered, suddenly thrusting a dagger into her heart. "You should stay in the dark hell forever!" "Do not" Rachel West woke up in horror, her heart still throbbing with pain, as if everything in her dream was real. She stared blankly at the ceiling above her head, and after a long pause, she realised that this is still the Smiths' villa. She didn't expect her life to be so resistant, and she survived. As a result, the role of David Kim is not going to come back. "you're awake?"

Katherine had lived in the shadows for many years. After hearing the news of Peter's death, she had closed her heart and vowed never to love again. For reasons she never fully understood, Darius Richards had always reached out to offer her unconditional support, but she had always refused it. Today, after many years, she was the one contacting him—and accepting his help. The only thing that had changed was that her son was now expecting a child, which complicated things for a family that had always been seen as humble and of modest means.

52. Maeve I never knew my word could change without its physically moving, but that’s exactly what happened. This only happened in movies. I never expected this to happen in real life, but as I stared at Mr. Smith, he just said something about Peter. He broke my heart and he made me realize that this marriage was about to be more complicated than I thought. Mr. Smith wasn’t just some rich, intimidating man I’d seen at corporate events. Not just the polished, silver-templed CEO who carried authority like a tailored suit.

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

"She's exceptional, dedicated, but enough about that. Focus on you, don't let pride blind you to opportunities that could secure everything." The soft pad of footsteps on the stairs interrupted them. Katherine descended slowly, her heart skipping as she rounded the corner and saw him. There he was, her secret tormentor and lover, looking every bit the powerful CEO, but his gaze snapped to her like a magnet. She wore a sage green wrap-style crop top with a sweetheart neckline that clung to her full breasts and gave a nice view to the swell of the breasts. It had long, flowy sleeves with gathered cuffs and paired it with a high-waisted cream mini skirt. Her long light brown hair cascaded in lo

“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."

Before I can say more, footsteps echo across the marble. A shoe hits the floor. Kai. He walks in—sharp suit, quiet presence—and beside him… A woman. Beautiful. Striking. Familiar with the way nightmares are. Lilian.

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?

Rebecca told her off. "Have you no shame? How dare you speak to the Princess like that? I know being poor affects people mentally but it shouldn't make you feel big than your superior." Tracey said coolly, taking the Princess side, "Now, apologize to Her Highness right this minute." Rebecca stayed mute and looked at them blankly. She heard her daughter's cry from downstairs and turned her head round. She glanced at the staircase. "Lady Catherine has woken up from her nap." Zita said softly to her mistress.