Katherine Pierce Quotes Novels & Stories

“I can not wear that.” “Why?” One eyebrow was lifted and there was a look of boredom on his face. “Do not tell me you are allergic to precious stones?” he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Katherine refrained from replying with ‘No, I am only allergic to you’ since that would make her sound childish. In the end, she simply told him what was on her mind, “I can not wear something this precious.”

Genuinely. The puzzle had ended and we stared down at it like we had gained the entire world. The soft hum of music filled the room as Brenda and I settled into the cosy couch that stood at a corner. "Katherine, have you ever tried painting? A wise person once said it's a therapeutic way to relax." I looked at her with disbelief, "No one ever said that." "I know!" She bursted out into laughter and I laughed along with her, stamping my feet to the ground.

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved. ~Helen Keller Charlotte "There's an event you have to attend this Friday." My personal assistant, told me and my face curled into a wide smile.

Chapter 51 Camille turned to face him, found his eyes glinting with something that might have been admiration, might have been challenge, might have been something deeper neither of them was prepared to name. "The phoenix only rises through fire, Mr. Pierce," she replied quietly. "And fire is a dangerous element to play with." His smile deepened, genuine amusement replacing careful social masks. "I've never feared burns, Ms. Kane. The most valuable things in life are often forged in flame."

"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."

The handsome man says. When the surname sinks into my brain I quickly get up to shake his hands so as not to seem rude. Now I understand where Enzo gets his handsome looks from. “Good evening, Sir, my name is Katherine Luciano. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine. May I ask why such a beautiful lady is sitting alone?” he says with a beautiful smile on his handsome face. “Oh, I came with someone. He said I should wait for him, he went… Oh, here he comes.”