Katherine Pierce Quotes Novels & Stories

I stand up from the chair and walk towards my office, I shut the door and pour myself a glass of wine and take a huge gulp. I heard a knock and Katherine peeked through, her face morphed into a smile. “Can I come in?” She says, and I nod even though I don’t feel in the mood. “Whoa, you need to get yourself back, you look like shit.” She gives a pointed smile and I shake my head, she slides into the chair easily. “Seriously, she shouldn’t have said such a thing to you. Do you need me to fly to London and talk some sense into her brain? Because, I would surely do that for you.” Even though I appreciate her caring for me, that would be too far.

“You’re thinking too small.” I frowned. “She wins because you keep playing at jealousy,” Katherine continued. “You act like a wounded girl. And now she is just doing what anyone in her place would be doing, living the moment while you down in your pain.” “I am not…” “You are,” she interrupted smoothly. “It’s why nothing you do works.” The insult landed harder than I wanted to admit. “I tried,” I snapped. “I pushed where I could.”

I wasn’t able to help myself. So I knew nothing to say to him because no one ever said the right words to me. -:- Alexander Walters “Alex, it’s a pity that you have to go through this and I know it’s tough for you but there are some things that you just have to be strong to live with,” Katherine said and I arched my brows at her. Did she just say that to me?

I think I'm just finally being something I was always there. She tilted her head, considering that. Yes, she said. That's exactly it. We stayed talking for a long time after that, the wine going slowly, the evening settling around us. Katherine talked about choice and guilt and the particular kind of social pressure that sat on women who stepped outside the lines that had been drawn for them, and she spoke from experience, from her own divorce and everything that had come after it, and I listened and felt understood in a way that still surprised me slightly, how easy it was with her, how little I had to manage.

She wished she could take them both down in one shot. Liz sniggered and turned around, sleeping with her back to Katherine. "Am I not good enough? Or I am not a kind woman," asked Katherine with a thoughtful expression as she held another glass of wine in her hand. She stretched her legs on the window panel and leaned on the chair, as she looked at the peaceful night. "Kindness has no link with stupidity," Liz answered, "You know, before liking someone, you had better research that man. Especially since you have a dark past with someone who used to be the love of your life, even though I gave you enough warning about him."

“But relationships also require softer intelligence.” “…Softer.” “Yes.” I disliked that phrase immediately. Percy pressed on bravely. “Remembering things she says. Understanding moods. Paying attention when she’s upset even if she claims she’s fine.” “That sounds manipulative.” “That’s because you negotiate treaties like hostage situations.” A pause. “…Fair.” Percy looked genuinely shocked I admitted that. Then: “Sire… if I may offer one important observation?” “You may.” “Lady Katherine doesn’t seem materialistic.”

That’s when one of the women — platinum hair, red lips, vintage Dior — glanced her way with an arched brow and a hint of malice. “You really broke his pattern,” she said, as though making a toast. Another chimed in, swirling her glass with exaggerated grace. “Loud women never last long.” Katherine met their gazes with unnerving calm. She took one slow step forward, shoulders squared, eyes unwavering. “Then maybe I’m not loud,” she said. Her voice was low. Firm. “Maybe I’m just finally heard.” The women blinked. Just a fraction of hesitation. But it was enough.

Katherine glared and angrily shouted, "Nonsense!" "You don't even know the cause of the illness yet you're here boasting. A bunch of incompetents, and you have the nerve to call others con artists. Even if he is a con artist, at least he gave us something! What about you? All you do is talk about tests and scans. Without your machines. Can you do anything at all?" After saying that, Katherine was about to give the pill to her mother. "No!"

“There you go, your answer. We like to act like women are complicated but the answers are always right in front of us. All we have to do is listen.” “I can’t leave her, how does that help my case-“ “You’ve been keeping her trapped Pierce. You constantly force your way into her life when she explicitly asks that you don’t, like a fucking reminder that she’s in a cage. A pierce designed cage. I don’t know how she deals with your ass this long, I would’ve punched you in the gut.”

Even her smile looks so beautiful and graceful, like the kind of smile that could have any man falling on their knees for her. I don't get why she couldn't have been the only wife, but then again, Quentin's got several other stunning wives. It's stupid of me to think that beauty means everything, but something about Grace made it seem like she had all of the qualities that men wanted. And that's including, Brigitte, Eloise...and well, all of the wives to be honest. I tried to put myself in Katherine's shoes and I guess I understood where she was coming from, "well, when you say it like that it makes a whole lot more sense."