Katherine Seton Novel Novels & Stories

“ Amazing driving skills. Just when I was about to save you, you saved yourself. “ She gulped looking around in case her other brothers were here. “ I… “ she stammered. “ I understand you don’t fully trust us and you are used to fighting your own battles. But that was foolish. We have spent many years searching for you. Don’t make us lose you. “ He walked past her into the adjorning room. She felt his disappointment like a bitter pill in her mouth. She turned and followed him. The food had been arranged on the dining table with cutlery and wine glasses. Nolan stepped in with the wine bottles and they set to eating. Soon she forgot about Lester and his goons and the food stopped tasting like

School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?”

“Hey, is everything okay? I’ve been trying to reach you. You —” “Devon, I need to tell you something,” she cut in, her voice trembling just slightly. “Please, just listen. And… promise you won’t be angry.” There was a short pause. “Talk to me.” She exhaled shakily and launched into it — the retreat, the suspicions, Katherine’s belief that the man in the mansion wasn’t Kingsley. The idea is to get hired as a maid. Everything she’d seen. The locked chest. The two passports. The unfamiliar Kingsley called Beth ma’am.

Lord Bennett announced and Immediately, people bowed as we made our way in. “My Lord this way please” Lord Bennett said, ushering me into the new chamber where Katherine sat, waiting close to the window. “You’re back, you’re alive!” She exclaimed, walking towards me as her smile seized. Her eyes traveled down to our entwined hands as she moved backwards. “Who’s she?” She asked and immediately Morgana let go of my hand and walked forward. “Morgana” she said while Katherine smirked. “Am lady Katherine the king’s betrothed” she announced boastfully as Morgana chuckled.

"Uh… sure." Katherine stepped onto the veranda, the old wood creaking. She inhaled deeply, the crisp morning air filling her lungs as the sun rose higher, illuminating the countryside in shades of gold and pink. The small village nestled in the valley beyond seemed to hold its breath, waiting. As she gazed out at the expansive landscape, a wave of emotions washed over Katherine. The last two years in solitude had been a time for healing but also quiet acceptance of her fate. She had settled into her reality, but Hailey’s words sparked a defiance within her.

Katherine Bennet took a sip of his coffee then let out a sigh as she swallowed the bitter, milky liquid. Looking about her apartment, she felt something that she had never felt before and only realize that it was loneliness. She felt alone even though never in her five years of living here had she ever felt that way before. Shaking her head, she moved her gaze back to the screen of her laptop and continued working on the publishing contract for one of the Summers Publishing House's famous non-fiction authors, Julie St Matthews.

Katherine returned to the house and buried her face in the pillow, trying to drown in the emptiness that was left. Thirty minutes that felt like an eternity passed and then out of nowhere, a knock came on her door. Katherine quickly threw away the duvet and skipped toward the door, which she opened and her breath caught in her throat. Bryson was standing in the doorway but he wasn't alone. His hand was holding another's. A lady. She has few marks here and there her face and her wild appearance and tattered clothes was enough to tell she's a rogue. "I don't understand what's going on? You've changed your decision?" Looking away from the lady who wasn't meeting her face out of shyness, Katheri

Two takeout containers sit open on the marble counter, half-finished. The house is no longer waiting. It’s beginning. They don’t turn on every light. Just one lamp they bought on impulse that afternoon, placed on the floor because there’s no table yet. Its glow spills warm and imperfect across bare walls, catching the edges of unpacked frames and unopened books. Katherine sits cross-legged on the floor. Still in her work clothes, but barefoot again. The key rests in her hand. She’s been turning it slowly between her fingers without realizing it — metal catching light, then shadow, then light again.

Dominic: The hall was bright with morning light, but the scene inside left a bitter taste in my mouth. Katherine stood before the line of slaves, poised and elegant, her robe a spill of crimson silk against the pale marble floor. One by one, the girls stepped forward under her inspection, heads down, hands folded neatly in front of them. “No,” she said, looking at one of them. “Though you will be useful in my quarters. I want her to be prepared for that. I have been seeing her working around, she seems efficient enough. You will be one of mine.

The corridors had gone mostly quiet by then. Only a few lamps still burned softly along the walls while distant thunder rolled somewhere far beyond the estate grounds. I went first to Katherine’s room. For a moment I simply stood outside the door gathering courage before finally knocking softly. “Come in,” Katherine called weakly. I entered quietly. She sat curled beneath blankets near the headboard with a book resting untouched in her lap. The moment she saw me, her expression brightened faintly before concern quickly replaced it. “Belle?” I tried to smile.