Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

“Her voice, her eyes, her smile, her hair color, She just had to be my Kara.” “Yes, Boss. She’s the same person.” Hugh assured. “Then, what happened? Why the change of name and past?” “From my findings, Ms Katherine originally came from an overly religious family. She got pregnant at 17 and her family wanted nothing to do with her after that. They cut all ties with her but not before officially disowning her. Her parents changed her name to Helen Pierce.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“So you're Grace? I’ve heard so much about you.” I paused and turned toward the voice. Standing just beside the PR team was a stunning woman with soft brown hair and an aura that screamed wealth and privilege. Every detail of her, from her posture to her attire, looked meticulously expensive. People around her instinctively stepped aside, as if unwilling to offend her. She smiled as she moved closer, extending her hand. “I’m Katherine,” she said. “The new member of the PR team. Nice to meet you.” I looked at her outstretched hand, then at her face. Her smile was flawless and friendly, but her eyes told a completely different story. There was no curiosity or kindness, only pure hatred, direct

Should’ve stood and walked into the woods and left him bleeding. Instead, I found myself leaning closer, like gravity itself was bending me toward him. His hand shot up, fast despite the blood loss, and caught the back of my neck. The rough pads of his fingers dug into my skin, holding me still. “Careful, Katherine,” he rasped. “You don’t get to play with fire and act surprised when it burns you.” “I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered, though the words trembled. “Liar.” His thumb stroked once over my throat, feeling the wild beat of my pulse. “Your fear is the sweetest part of you.”

Third Person POV The office door swung open, and Katherine Clark, Diana in her borrowed skin, stepped inside. Gordon Smith’s heart jolted. He had seen women of every kind: heiresses groomed in finishing schools, models who draped themselves across his arm for photographs, and ambitious assistants who thought compliance bought them security. They were all predictable, easy, forgettable. But this woman unsettled him.

Mary said, feeling irritated. The clerk didn't budge. “Mr. Alfred instructed us not to, ma’am. I'm afraid we can't,” the girl insisted. A dash of hopelessness came again. Was he really serious about the divorce she had signed that willed everything to him? She hadn't read it thoroughly. She had simply thought it had just been divorce papers. She made a mark to review Helen's employment if she had been lying and left the hotel. Hunger still bit her intestines, but she needed a bath even more.

“Her need to fix other people’s mistakes. It was a Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting in Katherine’s office at Platinum Events, pretending to look at fabric swatches for the Foundation’s upcoming gala. Katherine was currently yelling at a florist in Paris over the phone. “No, Jean-Pierre. I said dusty rose. That is Pepto-Bismol pink. If you send those peonies, I will personally fly there and replant them in your garden. Au revoir.” She hung up, massaging her temples. “Incompetence,” she sighed. “It’s a plague. Why is everyone so bad at their jobs?” “Maybe you just have high standards,” I suggested, sipping my latte to hide my smile. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. Her frown deepened. “It’

We all know Katherine Pierce loved the Salvatore - or rather, one, of the Salvatore brothers. But in Thalia's case, she loves all three of them. A one-shot about a girl who loves three brothers. "It's okay to love them both, I did." -Katherine Pierce Cole I watch in awe as Lucas slides his cock into her mouth. Her face is partially covered by his body, but her throat accepts him perfectly like she was made for him. Made for us.

Mary Redferne I didn’t sleep well, firstly because I am not in my bed, and secondly, because that kiss messed me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about Joseph Lachlan. My mom is a big fan of his mother as she is one of the few women who smashed through the patriarchy and built a business for herself. My mother loves Joseph a lot too; she says he is a good person, which is a rare thing nowadays. Obviously, she never met them, but she reads a lot of articles about them.

“I see it, every second you breathe, I see it. That’s not why I…” “Then why?” she snapped, eyes flashing. “Why string me along just to stand there and say it meant nothing? That I’m some mystery you’re sorry for? Did you really think I wouldn’t hear it? That I wouldn’t feel it in every word? Was that your tactic of getting me inside your bed? Is that the way that you deal with women? To make them feel special, you give them the benefit of doubt, of making them think that you want to be around them, that you want them to give in to your charm. And once you're done, once you've gotten what you wanted, you just step back. You're using and pitying me. I don't know how many others you chose to pl