Katherine Pulitzer Novels & Stories

“Because... it’s a bit, hmm, erotic. And I want you to read it without judging me. Just read it with an open mind. Are you going to promise me that?” The kids exchanged glances but eventually nodded. *************************** Katherine’s POV My full name is Katherine Cassin. Because of the promise I made to my grandchildren, I’ve decided to document this story. Only when they’ve crossed the age of eighteen will they be allowed to read it. This is how it all began...Just like my grand kids, please don’t judge me. Read it with an open mind. I acted according to my impulse.

he elaborated. Katherine was a beauty influencer with over a million followers, most of them women. If she handled the initial promotion, the response could be very strong. Katherine smiled. "No problem at all."

“Your marriage with Castiel, how you two met, your... uh, 'delightful' sister Caroline, where you’ve been the last few years, and... why you want revenge.” Katherine sighed, running a hand through her hair. “If you check the articles and blog posts written about us, you’ll get the gist,” she said lightly, though her tone lacked conviction. Zayn scoffed as he added a pinch of salt to the pan. “You know those aren’t reliable sources, Katherine. Most of those writers twist stories around for clicks and views. I want to hear it from you.” She hesitated again, her fingers tracing an invisible pattern on the marble countertop. Finally, she exhaled and began speaking.

After a few moments, Katherine gently kissed Katie on the forehead and whispered, "Let's get you to your room, sweetheart." Once Katie was settled in her own room, Katherine returned to her own, her thoughts still swirling with turmoil. She retrieved the book Mrs. Rojas had given her—a journal that supposedly contained names of those responsible for her supposed death. As she flipped through the pages, her heart raced with anger and fear. She skim through the names her heart beating fast with the thought that everything included all her family members except Lillian—how could she kill them all before they kill her? They were many and she's just one.

I have always been reminiscing about her since I saw Kate. Melissa’s POV Since Mary has no family, I am in charge of all the preparations for the burial. I have already built her headstone: “ Rest in peace Mary Adele White (1954-2021).” The parish priest of her the Methodist Church would conduct the burial. Kate’s POV The whole week was hectic for me and Melissa. We have been making preparations for the burial on Friday. I personally paid a visit to the cemetery where she will be laid. On that Friday, I cried my heart out. The whole detectives from the county PD, agent Tom, Stanley and Dr Amanda were there.

Saturday classes are something that Catherine had been dreading. She’d very much rather work on her own and spend the entire day in the library for the Related Literature part of her thesis, or patching up news articles of missing children—something she had been doing for so long, and ate up her summers for the past nine years—in order to see if there are similarities between the missing kids and Felipe’s. She made it a point to finish all her works in order to play detectives always. She refused to let this case rest.

she said. Katherine, her personal assistant, was characterized with outstanding, juicy qualities, insurmountable smartness in every sense, incredulous talents and had an astonishing level of observation that made companies and CEOs marvel upon perusing her CV. Page had interviewed twenty other persons but none of them could beat Katherine's intellect nor surmount her conscientiousness. Katherine was one of a kind, a rare gem.

A familiar voice interrupted. "Katherine?" I was shocked to see her here, and even more shocked that she had actually found something that could save me. "Are you seriously going to listen to her? She's probably an accomplice. She's the woman who connived to kick my daughter out of their home." Katherine ignored the yelling of the aggravated alpha and walked straight to the Council's table to drop off a bunch of papers and a recording. "What is this Miss. Patterson? You do know intruding into another packs matters is a crime, don't you?"

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.