Katherine Pulitzer Novels & Stories

She occasionally stopped to ask about someone Nadia or Caiden had forgotten to include, forcing them to reconsider how much access certain people had actually been given. After nearly an hour, Eleanor placed the list on the table. "There's one name missing." Caiden looked up. "Who?" Eleanor's eyes remained on the paper. "Someone who's been present throughout much of this. Someone with genuine access to nearly everything." Nadia frowned. "Who?" Eleanor hesitated before answering. "Katherine." Caiden's expression changed. "The writer?" "Yes. She's had access to virtually every piece of your family's documented history, every sensitive detail from the book, the documentary, and now the biograph

“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.

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.

Katherine, intrigued, agreed to see the report but asked for Alden to be present as well, as he happened to be in Valentia that week. Alden and Katherine visited Fabian’s home. Katherine omitted any mention of her past romance with Fabian, simply telling Alden that he was an old friend who had something important to show them. She had no idea Peter was alive, but deep down, she had always suspected his death wasn’t an accident. Peter had never gotten along with his brother, and she believed it was all orchestrated by Maximus Palmer. She didn’t know why but assumed it had something to do with his ex-wife. Katherine’s instincts were right. She had always believed Peter’s death couldn’t have be

"But there’s no record of Isabela having children. In fact, her medical report shows she once had an abortion that damaged her womb. She couldn’t conceive afterwards." Mrs Smith’s tone dropped to an icy hiss. "I’m well aware of what that means. So then, who is this Katherine Clark?" "Well, from what I found, she’s an orphan who’s made something of herself. Nothing extraordinary beyond that. She was sponsored by the Warrens’ foundation to study abroad." "She knows the Warrens?" Mrs Smith’s voice sharpened. "No, ma’am. She’s just a beneficiary of their charity work." Mrs Smith’s mind raced. "And Diana Wilson, she’s dead for real?"

Her eyes lit up so bright when I told her! Katharine had told me they didn’t have much money, and how Penny always made things that should be work seem fun. That remarkable woman used every trick she had to give Katharine things she couldn’t afford. She showed Katharine by working hard, there was a reward. Like a dinner out for waiting tables, or making beds at a resort, it was a break from the city and memories to share. I looked at the journals scattered around the floor. I knew they held more stories about Penny and her life. I wanted to read them all, but they would have to wait for another time. I had to concentrate on her life with Katharine and hope they gave me a clue.

“Rudolph, please protect her, she’s all I have left. She’s lost too much in her human life, even Ellie wasn’t this inflicted on.” “I know what you mean.” I said in sorrow. “First Edgar killed her great grandparents, then her brother, he almost got her as a child, now her parents, and now my wife which is her grandmother! what else can go wrong to this poor girl!” he snarled. I could tell he was trying not to break. “I am on my way into town now. I am going to the mansion later. Katherine should be home. She’s been working at the Mont Saint Michele museum. She should be home.” He tells me.

Ruby said with a sad face. “Don’t be ridiculous! Nowadays rich men like him often have children out of wed-locks! May be he doesn’t have a wife yet?? Who knows!” Paula slapped Ruby’s arm playfully! “Anyways, we got to know a precious information and it will be such a news to share with Katherine! She said that she has fallen in love with the CEO at first sight!!” The girls giggled when Ruby said that and they quickly hid and waited for the CEO to leave!

“No. It has to be another name. Another girl. It can’t be her.” But memories surged, tearing through the walls I had built. Katherine Dalton. The most beautiful she-wolf of our generation. I saw her again in the red gown at the award ceremony, her light-brown curls glowing under the lights, a crown on her head. She had stood beneath the spotlight, declaring to the world she wanted me. On my eighteenth birthday, she had worn black silk, carried a cake she made herself. She trembled as she rose on her toes, pressing her lips on mine.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.