Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

“Always acting like a saint.” Mr. Rogers didn’t speak. Instead, he shoved his phone in Katherine’s face. “Then explain this,” he growled. Katherine blinked at the screen as she saw a message thread that was sent to her number. The contact name was Katherine ❤️ And the message was: “We’ll share the money like we planned. Come meet me at the usual place, baby. Your love, Myles.” Her entire body went cold. Her knees buckled, and Ariana immediately stepped in to hold her up.

and turned the screen toward me. "I found three possibilities," she said, pointing at her screen. "One is Katherine Williams, a famous athlete who dated a British royal. Another is Katherine Astor, daughter of some tech billionaire who's known for her designer bag collection." "And the third?" I asked, my heart beating faster. "Katherine Sinclair." "Who's Katherine Sinclair?" I leaned closer, trying to see the screen. "Let me check..." Hazel scrolled through the page and then clicked on a photo attachment. "Boom. Got a picture."

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.

Katherine looked sharp in a hot pink power suit and white sneakers matching her satin camisole. Her ash blonde hair, drawn back from her face into a sleek chignon, showed off her sculpted features in all their glory. A former prima herself, she exuded an air of timeless elegance and grace. She glanced up and smiled, but her sapphire eyes remained cold like glass. Her smile never seemed to reach her eyes. "Please take a seat." Holly dutifully pulled out a chair and sat down, folding her hands in her lap.

"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.

At the center of the room sat Lionel Pierce in a wheelchair, old enough to look translucent, oxygen tubes under his nose, eyes sharp with terror. Behind him stood Preston Vance. Not physically. A projection, elegant and smiling. "Katherine," Vance said. "I hoped we could speak mother to mother, but this will do." Katherine's face hardened. "You are not in the room." "No. Jack is on his way to me. You are here. Everyone is where pressure places them." Haley stepped forward. "You really do practice villain dialogue in the mirror." The Vance projection ignored her. Pierce lifted one trembling hand. "Katherine. I am sorry. Arthur told me to bury it."

Designer suit. Expensive jewelry. The expression of someone who has never in her life been told no. "Aria Chen-Mercer. The bastard heiress." Katherine's smile was sharp. "I've been wanting to meet you." "Katherine Webb. The criminal mastermind." Aria pointed to a chair. "Please. Take a seat. Let's talk about how you will spend the remainder of your life behind bars." Katherine maintained her smile. "I think you're confused about who has leverage here."

“Rudolph, please protect her, she’s all I have left. She’s lost too much in her human life, even Ellie wasn’t this inflicted on.” “I know what you mean.” I said in sorrow. “First Edgar killed her great grandparents, then her brother, he almost got her as a child, now her parents, and now my wife which is her grandmother! what else can go wrong to this poor girl!” he snarled. I could tell he was trying not to break. “I am on my way into town now. I am going to the mansion later. Katherine should be home. She’s been working at the Mont Saint Michele museum. She should be home.” He tells me.

"But you're going to do it whether you like it or not." ​"I won't marry Kiara," I told him sternly. "I don't love her, and before you say it's for the sake of the syndicate, I don't care if it crumbles or not." ​He suddenly chuckled, taking a seat again. "Katherine Pierce, fresh graduate of New York University, lost both of her parents in a tragic gas explosion renowned doctors Mr. and Mrs. Pierce," he recited casually. ​My heart instantly sank into my stomach. "What are you..."

“Do you think South City would have survived this long if Lucia Everton would surrender her most prized secrets because of a good fuck?” Reese flared up instantly, snarling at me. “So all of this was for naught?!” I could not help but roll my eyes. “Did I say that? Like any other woman, she does not just want to be a quick fuck. She wants something real. Status. Power.” I kicked the back of the seat in front of me. “Katherine, you might understand that more than the rest of us.” Katherine made a small sound but did not respond or turn around.