Katherine Pierce Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

"Katherine, if you are here to gloat or mock me, I really don't have the energy. I have my own issues to deal with so relish in my misery all night because you have nothing better to do." "Stop it!" Katherine retorted. "I am not that shallow. I sent the link to you only because I cared and I am calling right now for the same reason. I do not intend to mock you for what Nikolas Sica has done. It is the nature of rich men and trust me DORIA, I have had my fair share of heartbreaks in the hands of these men."

Whenever Kiara asked such a direct question. There was always a reason. --- Back in the garden... Katherine lowered her gaze toward the flowers blooming beneath her feet. After a long silence... She quietly answered, "I... don't know anymore." Kiara frowned. "What do you mean?" Katherine let out a small, bitter laugh. "I know I love him..." "But Sometimes..." she whispered softly , "when His Highness smiles, I remember Adrian." She laughed bitterly. "When he scolds me, I remember Adrian." "When he quietly places a blanket over my shoulders after I fall asleep while reading..."

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.

"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.”

~Elena Katherine sat across from me, calm as ever, her eyes steady, her tone sharp enough to slice through the silence. “You think death is the end of control,” she’d said. “But sometimes, it’s only the beginning.” I let her words hang, rolling them in my mind like dice. Dangerous. But deliciously bold. I leaned back in my chair, my lips curling into a slow smile. “Valuable how, Katherine? Words are cheap. Tell me something worth the weight of your life.”

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.