Katherine Pierce Quotes Novels & Stories

"I'm not a sentimental woman." But she didn't pull her hand away. "You have great potential, Peggy," Katherine said, and there was genuine warmth in her voice. "You'll do well. Better than well, if you apply yourself." Then her expression turned darker. "But I'm not as great as you think. Ask some people in this room—" Her eyes flicked to Kael. "I may very well traumatise you in the process of teaching you." Kael caught the shade but he said nothing. Didn't even look at her. Just stared into his drink with that carefully blank expression he'd perfected over the years.

"I guess I was a little surprised because.... You couldn't have read my mind better." Katherine lifted her chin slightly, brown eyes twinkling subtly with something akin to pride. "You shouldn't underestimate me just yet Mr Smith." She said, The sudden formal address did not go unnoticed. "You've barely begun to know what I'm capable of just yet." She continued, her sharp tongue cutting through him like a two edged sword. 'Had it began to grow hot in the apartment, or was it just him?' "Well, time to pour ice cold water over that fire." Nicholas thought.

It was not like she had other stuff to do. “This is the problem with you smart people. You think you can figure out everything at once, including people. Just get out of my sight?” Penelope questioned as she walked past a shocked Katherine. She turned back to look at her receding figure and shook her head. Perhaps it was better if she didn’t know the cause of Penelope’s hatred. “Just do you,” her mother Glen would often tell her whenever she complained of Penelope. Whenever that happened, Kathy would always just smile, wondering to herself how to do that.

She snickered, the sound confusing as the look on her face was that of mixed emotions. "Talk?! Talk? Oh, Alexander, You are hilarious, you know that right?! With this shit-ass brain of yours, I honestly wonder how you get to be the CEO of this company. Don't you get it? Can't you read the damn room? Talk? Oh, now you want to talk?! The past is dead and buried. Whatever we had is gone and I'm not ready to take the risk of reducing my IQ by indulging in a conversation with you!" I was stunned! Katherine was cursing! She never cursed!

"The people of Norwood Green might be simple, but I am not. I know exactly what you did. And I know exactly why you are shivering right now." Katherine’s fake smile twitched, a dangerous, murderous flash darting through her eyes before she quickly suppressed it. She laughed softly, wiping an imaginary tear from her cheek. "Oh, sweet Amora, you must still be confused from the trauma of that night," Katherine said smoothly, her voice remaining loud enough for the nearby humans to hear. "The smoke inhalation must have affected your memories. But we can talk about the past later. Right now, I want to see the family you've built."

she asks. “First off please don’t call me ma’am, my name is Katherine. It makes me feel old and I’ll have to talk to Enzo about that,” I say wondering why in God’s name she would ask that. But I am guessing our relationship has gone public. Not that I have a problem with that. It makes me happy knowing that everyone knows we are together.

She pulled Shaisha and hugged her. .. …. "I can't marry that molestor, I can't marry that molestor, I can't marry that molestor, I can't marry that molestor….." Katherine kept saying this as if she was chanting, with her hands on her head, trying to think of a way to escape.

“No, you don’t. You act like you do.” “Oh, and you know me so well?” I asked. “I do,” she replied with a proud smile, making my heart race. “Leave him be,” Acan interjected with a smile. “If he wanted to bring someone, he would have told us.” “I just think there are so many wonderful women out there, and this festival is special,” Katherine insisted. “Yes, so shouldn’t I bring someone I care for?” I replied. “But you could start caring for someone tonight!” “I’m good, my queen.”

I stepped toward her and set my hand on her waist before murmuring, “We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.” Her lips parted as if that was the most profound thing she’d ever heard. And it might’ve been, since it had originally come from the lips of Henry David Thoreau. Which was why I couldn’t continue to take credit for it. I pointed past her toward the wall with my free hand. “At least that’s what Thoreau says.” She glanced back to find the quote printed and framed above the desk. “Oh.” Scowling, she whirled back to poke me in the gut. “You cheated. That’s a cheater’s answer.”

Goodluck bro. "Why are you asking, Liam? Can't you see that I'm literally in a disaster? You're not doing anything to help me. Ah my dress, I'm not beautiful now." I looked at Liam, his face wasn't explainable. See? That goes when you ask a woman, well not as always but for Katherine, that goes everyday so yeah, pfft.