Katherine Seton Novel Novels & Stories

Ryan looks at me. "By the way, I really liked this girl here. But I still don't know her name. What's your name, dear?" I stand up. "Katherine." "I think you're the one taking care of my son around here. Thank you. Seeing you makes me feel more at ease," she says, nodding. God! If she only knew! I look at Nathan behind her, who is grinning foolishly. Jerk. Don't make me laugh. "I think it would be wonderful if you joined us for dinner tonight. Don't you think so, Nathan?"

"No! Ethan will help me! Right, E?" The boy closed the book on his knees. "Of course." Swaggering out of the room, the little girl didn't notice the slight disappointment that crossed the beauty's face. ---- "Milady." It knocked on the door. Katherine yawned and looked at the window. When did the sun rise so high? It must be noon already. Without her noticing it, Foseti had freed itself from her hug and was shewing on some grain placed in a bowl in a corner of the room now. It knocked again.

Katherine committed suicide on her wedding night, at least that was what everyone thought even her but what she couldn't understand was how could all this happen to a modern New Yorker? To be continued...

However long, wherever it may be, the once-forgotten pain along with destiny will turn back to mock your existence before moving to its next victim. - N.A. Ainsley Katherine, the doe-eyed brunette, was seated peacefully on the downstairs balcony of the modest but spacious manor she lived in. She flipped the pages of the book she was reading while finding deeper meaning in the words that were said on its pages. She thought back to the summer she spent a few years ago, doing nothing but studying the works of Ainsley. His writings seemed to have a way of speaking to her. After closing the book in her hands, Katherine walked to the ledge that surrounded the lower balcony and stared into the sky.

It would remain right in Gerald’s pocket. I was deep in my thought when Felicia’s voice broke through. “Katherine deserves better than this,” she said softly, almost to herself. Her words hit me harder than she realized. Because at that moment, the pieces clicked into place. Katherine is the rejected mate caught in their politics. She was Kenneth’s fated mate. Reign’s little wolf? My jaw ticked. Kenneth had tossed away his mate for a crown. Then he could do anything for his crown. I turned slightly, ready to leave, I felt a slight tug at the back of my shirt.

"Oh, Seth! Be gentler, now! If you were to tear this dress, Callista wouldn't have anything else to wear to the wedding!" Seth's voice, which had always been serious and reverent, was laced with a hint of lust. "So what if I end up tearing the dress? You look so much more enticing in it compared to her!" I rushed toward the woods, still in a state of disbelief. The white wedding gown clung to Catherine's frame. There were still pieces of torn fabric lying on the ground. At the moment, Seth was in the middle of tucking a flower behind Catherine's ear.

Katherine Throne: After Alexander dropped me at home, I immediately went to my study desk to get started on studying. I have already missed out on a lot of work and I needed to catch up or else it would be detrimental to my top grades, and I can’t have my mother get another reason to lash out at me again. No, never. I was about an hour deep, buried in my books and study materials when I heard a knock on the door. I paused, arching my brows. The knock came again.

He pulled her away and glared at her. “The wedding is over,” he said coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. “Are you serious, son? Katherine is dead... we don’t even know who this woman is,” his father said again. Who is this Katherine they say is dead? Do we really look alike that they’re this confused? Now I’m getting nervous. “D-dead? So you all want me dead?” I cried in front of them. Yes, I’m good at acting, maybe I should be an actress.

“Silas—” The stranger’s eyes snapped to me, and my voice faltered. “Is that what you want, Katherine?” My name rolled off his tongue with deliberate weight, as if he was testing how it tasted. Silas’s head jerked toward me. “Katty…?” The room tilted. I was right back where I always ended up wedged between two storms, trying to hold my ground without getting torn apart. “I—” My voice came out thinner than I liked. “You shouldn’t be here,” I told the stranger.

Kaidon nodded. “But what does this have to do with me? Are you trying to say that the baby Katherine was pregnant with, might be me? But there's no proof of that.” I crossed my arms, trying to hide that the whole thing was creeping me out, “How did she even manage to kill Katherine and go scott free anyway?” I murmured. In the picture, Katherine was decked in designer clothing, even the way she carried herself with poise and elegance clearly shows that she comes from a very wealthy family that values etiquette.