Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

I pick up my shot, “We don’t have time for number three.” Not that Stace would need any reasons not to jump the guy's bones, she has the kind of confidence I wish I had. Stace is a natural beauty; she has a light smattering of freckles across her face and beautiful thick straight red hair with a hint of brown. Her eyes are the purest green I’ve ever seen. We’re the same height, but she has a figure to die for with curves in all the right places. Stace’s mother lovingly calls her a heartbreaker; society would call her a slut.

More of a warning would have been nice next time, Westley. It was like she did it a thousand times. There was no hesitation showed on her face. Her beautiful tits bounced naturally. Her dark pink nipples peaked for attention. She was undeniably gorgeous. Then something caught my eyes. Her right nipple was pierced. Wow! That, I didn’t see coming. The diamond-like stud shone upon the lights in her cream-colored room. For a moment, I struggled to wrap my head around this scene if I was seeing the same woman I knew.

said Hector with tenderness in his gaze, locking eyes with his wife. The Pearson family encountered Christopher and Katherine a year ago at the mall while shopping. It has been five years since they last saw each other, so the couple invited them for a cup of coffee to catch up. Katherine became interested in Kristel. During their conversation, she asked her a series of questions. She didn’t hide how she liked her to the point that she would bring up her son and praise him in front of them. After that, the Hudson family often invited the Pearsons to have dinner and sometimes treated them to their favorite restaurant for lunch with Gloria.

Katherine just took a deep breath and said, "Handle everything carefully. Don't let anyone know about our connection because you are a part of Lilian's case. If something gets revealed in the future or the media digs out about you and me then disclose everything to them. To me, you were an orphan child from the orphanage and I sponsored your studies. I was the benefactor of the Orphanage. Apart from these things, we know nothing about each other" Katherine said and Lady officer pursed her lips, "I will take care of everything". Katherine disconnected the call as she closed her eyes and a deep frown formed on her forehead. But she could not stop there as she dialled another number and that pe

I said to him, ``getting a little annoyed. “Are you sure?” He asked with a grin. Still leaning on the car. He pointed to a woman who was dressed in a black pantsuit. Her auburn hair neatly clipped up. She oozed dominant energy. I looked at him confused, when I heard her call my name. “You must be Miss Pierce.” She walked up to me with a perfect smile. I nodded, unsure who this person was. “I am Katherine Turner, headmaster of the academy.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Deep down, he could sense it that she was interested in him because of his money, but nothing else. Jessica was in her room going through some magazines her friend Amanda brought for her. As a fashion Illustrator, she didn't want to miss any new updates. She was so engrossed in the magazine she didn't notice that Amanda kept looking at her. Raising her head and meeting her friend's gaze, she sighed. "Is there anything you want to say"

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

I caught my reflection—a blurred, beautiful ghost in the mirror. I waved a hand, clearing a patch of glass. There I was. Renee. Billionaire heiress. Flawless skin. Eyes that men got lost in. A body I worked for three hours a day with a personal trainer to maintain. I was sexy. I was hot. I was, by any objective measure, perfect. So what was it? What did he see in that washed-up, no-name bitch Katherine that I didn’t have a thousand times over? Was it the fact that she had to work for a living? Was that it? Some pathetic damsel-in-distress complex? Did he like them poor and pitiful?

They just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, looking out over the lake, both wrapped in the stillness. Katherine was the first to break the silence. “Thank you,” she said, her voice low and sincere, the wind catching a strand of her hair and blowing it across her face. She didn’t brush it away. “For what you did. For Carolina. For Devon.” Kingsley turned to look at her. She was still watching the water, arms crossed loosely over her chest, her expression thoughtful. “You didn’t have to come,” she continued. “You didn’t have to get involved, or say anything. And giving up your prize like that… that’s not nothing. That’s huge. You did something really selfless.”