Katherine Pierce Quotes Novels & Stories

"What exactly does that mean?" Katherine knew what they were doing—pressing her, trying to get more, trying to make her flinch, hesitate, reveal something vulnerable. She didn’t give them that. "It means I took time for myself," she replied, her voice light, easy, unaffected. "Some time off, some space, some perspective. Things that people like you wouldn’t understand." The words hung in the air, slow and deliberate. Fiona blinked, caught off guard, while Vivianne raised her brows ever so slightly, amused but noticeably quieter.

… Because I’m not good enough, not strong enough, not worthy of their love and respect. … Because there’s something fundamentally broken inside me, something that needs to be punished. Katherine sighs, leaning back in her chair. “You want to know what I think?” she asks softly, her gaze compassionate. “No,” I mutter, my voice choked with tears. “Not really.”

Chapter 12 Enemy's Territory Katherine's POV WHO IS KATHERINE? Different comments flooded the comment section, with articles that I couldn't explain. She's a gold digger, attention seeker, chap replacement. The one that I couldn't help but think out loud was being called "a home wrecker." Why the hateful comments, since none of them knew me in person?; Without thinking much on it, I slowly lowered the phone. But the more I tried to surpress it, the more the words hurt more than I expected. Even though I told myself not to care, to pay blind eyes to them all...I still couldn't take my mind off them.

She touched the corner of her lips like she was wiping something off. “You have a lot of question to ask about my family, why don’t you ask?” He leaned close to the table and looked closely at her face, there was no curiosity whatsoever and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Katherine sipped some water and placed down the glass. “I think people only open up when they want to and preying in their business often makes them ignore you.” She raised her gaze to meet his eyes. “I think I will know only when I am told.”

“Then what’s wrong? You look like you just crawled out of hell.” “I keep feeling like I’m missing something.” I stared at the fire dancing in the hearth. “Something’s happening behind my back, and I don’t like being left in the dark.” Katherine’s smile tightened. “Then bring a torch. Or burn the whole place down.” I glanced at her. That smile… it was almost too calm. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She tilted her head, her voice turning sugary. “What’s that supposed to mean, my love?”

The woman jumped back a little and surprised her mouth, opening and closing like a trout. "Okay," Katherine said curtly. "You obviously didn't hear me the first time so let me repeat: I am here for my appointment with Principal Kingsley. Did that penetrate your severely dyed hair and damaged brain?" Katherine was vaguely aware that people were beginning to stare but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had put up with this enough at home from her family. There was no way in hell that she was going to put up with it from a woman who was paid to be helpful to her.

“Well, someone has to take care of you. Can’t have you skipping meals, right? Just like the doctor said.” Katherine’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How thoughtful of you, Riley. Though I’m sure Lucifer’s capable of handling himself.” “Of course he is,” Riley replied sweetly, leaning forward slightly. “But it’s the little things that count, don’t you think? Like knowing how he likes his coffee. Or his pancakes.” Katherine didn’t miss the subtle jab. Her fingers tightened around her fork. “Funny, I didn’t take you for someone who lingered over ‘the little things.’” She smiled, her tone honeyed but sharp. “You must have a lot of free time.”

Richard Gordon. But amid the chaos, Katherine’s attention was drawn to the elderly woman on the ground. “Are you alright?” Katherine asked gently, offering her hand. The old woman slowly lifted her gaze. Her eyes locked onto Katherine’s face. For a moment, Katherine felt a strange chill run down her spine. “The suffering you will face,” the old woman said quietly, “will open the door to a new hope.” Katherine blinked in confusion. She didn’t understand. What suffering? She had lived her entire life like a princess, protected and cherished by her family.

Veronica POV “Nix, love should never be a burden. Love is our liberation if it is the right kind. Let go and let love win.” Katherine’s words echoed in my head after I left her office. For the most part of the day, I was pensive. My coworkers gave me weirded-out looks and by the afternoon, when they could not restrain their curiosity anymore, they flocked to my desk, causing considerable traffic to my office. People I worked with for years stopped by.

They just stood there, shoulder to shoulder, looking out over the lake, both wrapped in the stillness. Katherine was the first to break the silence. “Thank you,” she said, her voice low and sincere, the wind catching a strand of her hair and blowing it across her face. She didn’t brush it away. “For what you did. For Carolina. For Devon.” Kingsley turned to look at her. She was still watching the water, arms crossed loosely over her chest, her expression thoughtful. “You didn’t have to come,” she continued. “You didn’t have to get involved, or say anything. And giving up your prize like that… that’s not nothing. That’s huge. You did something really selfless.”