Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

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.

I am not forcing the issue, and I know she is silently grateful for that. I am brought back to earth when the secretary calls my name. She is a blond with big grey eyes and a pretty smile. I walk up to her table. “Hi, I am Joan, you must be Katherine. Walk to the door on the left. He is waiting for you.” “Alright, thank you,” I say, walking to the door while saying a silent prayer before knocking. “Come in.” I hear a husky voice say.

Greeting them at the top of the staircase was yet another exhibit, this one devoted to Elizabeth Paine. I read aloud: “Hester Prynn, Hawthorne’s most famous character, the woman at the center of The Scarlet Letter, the woman who was persecuted for refusing to reveal the true identity of her child’s father, was, many scholars say, based on a real-life Salem resident: Elizabeth Paine. No scholar has ever been able to identify the lineage of Elizabeth’s child, as she refused to reveal to any of the townsfolk who the father really was. Legend has it that he was a mysterious man, come over on a ship from Europe, and that their romance was a forbidden one.

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

Maria couldn't hide her excitement, this atmosphere was one she had always wanted to experience, and nothing could beat the joy she felt right now. "He- Good day, I'm Maria, Jackson's PA," she introduced herself with a polite smile and an outstretched arm. Her handshake was ignored but she got something even more amazing in return. Natasha pulled her into a big, warm hug and Maria almost died of affection that instant. She had just hugged Natasha Shaw, the all-time favorite American actress, she'd never wash this sweet smell off her body. "I'm a big fan of your work," Maria continued and watched Natasha's face lit up, "for a long time now," she included and it earned her a squeal from Natash

It was a miracle. ~~~~~~~ Kimberly sat on the sand and drew meaningless things on it. She draw and clean. Draw and clean. "I hate you, Nathan!" She has been saying that since she came here without stopping. Her head has been aching but she's ignoring it. Her ball gown has been shredded into pieces. What's the need of wearing a wedding gown when there's no weddong? Most of her wedding accessories were gone before she got to the beach. She kept removing and throwing them angrily.

I pause to breath before heading straight through the doors to stop at the sleek reception desk in the lobby. “How can I help you?” Asked the skinny blonde behind the desk. This woman screams prime and put together. Her scowl also screams get out while her narrowed eyes scrutinize my pants. What else could I expect from a receptionist working in this job, though? “Hi, I am Katherine Douglas. I’m here for a scheduled interview with Mr. Romano.” I keep my voice steady and respectful. Her eyes flick over me again, and then she is shuffling around some papers, reading little notes in blue and red ink. He must be a busy man.

"She made the stairs go away." The words hit Duncan like a physical blow to the chest, knocking the remaining air completely out of his lungs. ‘The lady with the rose-smell…’ Katherine. Katherine Brown always wore that specific, suffocating rose perfume to mask her natural scent whenever she came near him or his family. ‘The big white house... the stairs…’

KAZIMIR "Play along how?" "We'll do regular dinner dates. Public appearances. Little things to placate them. You'll report back to them that we're getting along." Katherine was quiet for a moment. "You want me to lie." "I want you to give them what they want to hear." "And what about what I want?" I turned to face her. "What do you want?" She stood, walking toward me slowly. Her heels clicked against the hardwood. She stopped a few feet away, close enough that I could smell her perfume, floral, expensive, completely unlike Ariel's scent that haunted my dreams.