Katherine Tudor Novels & Stories

We step outside to the pool area but no sign of anyone. “I told you she’s gone,” Merileen says. “It’s a good thing. For your own good, Cade.” All I can think about is how I'll face my mother. I wonder who she'll bring for me to marry. It suddenly hits me that there's one place I haven’t checked. She could be there who knows. I quickly leave Merileen outside and head back in. *** *** *** Katherine I run to the door when I see the woman close it. I press my ear against the door, listening but I hear nothing. I switch ears. Still I don't hear anything. By the fourth try, I give up and start strolling around the living room.

the man replied, bowing slightly before retreating into the shadows, leaving me alone once more. I leaned back, the gears in my mind turning. My thoughts drifted to my brother, Kenneth. The empire he had built was vast, lucrative…a tempting prize for someone like me. And yet, his lack of a male heir had always made him vulnerable. “Tammie,” I muttered under my breath, the name tasting bitter. How convenient that his missing daughter had suddenly reappeared, just in time to be rushed into a marriage. I shook my head, a knowing smirk playing on my lips. I wasn’t a fool. Kenneth was using this marriage as a means to secure his empire.

"Naelis, what's going on? What happened all of a sudden? We are in the middle of something really important." Naelis didn't take her eyes off Katherine. "I saw her talking to one of the housemaids downstairs and they didn't look like strangers, they were acting like they were friends. So I approached the maid after Katherine left and I found out that Katherine isn't a grieving widow. She is the former elder's daughter and her name is Katherine Varick." The name Varick echoed through the room as memories of the greedy elder filled everyone's mind. After hearing what Naelis said, Katherine immediately realized the game was up. So, there was no point in crying and acting pitiful anymore.

Brigitte began as she placed a comforting hand on mine, and gestured around the table to all of the ladies. One of them scoffed as she placed her teacup down and tilted her head to the side before a small pout appeared on her lips, "let me introduce myself," she began with cheekiness and I observed her. She really has no right to have such an attitude with the tiny lips that she has, "my name is Katherine, I'm Quentin's youngest," she paused, "and favourite wife." "Well, it's lovel-" I began but was interrupted by her. "That was until you came along and ruined it for me," she spat bitterly and I frowned.

A young mortal servant—one of many who now worked in the palace, learning divine skills while sharing their own mortal wisdom—entered carrying a tray of food and a small scroll tied with green ribbon. “Good morning, sir,” she said with a warm smile, setting the tray on the desk. “Breakfast from the kitchens—fresh bread from Maria’s recipe, cheese from the foothill farms, and honey from the sacred hives. And this came for you just now.” She handed him the scroll, which he opened carefully. Eirene’s elegant handwriting covered the page:

Did she ever imagine her best friend would one day steal everything after her death and leave her children, who were once her goddaughters, to suffer? “Good evening, Mrs Sinclair,” Dexter greeted politely before pecking her cheeks. His voice snapped me back to reality. “My handsome son-in-law.” She chuckled warmly. “Welcome.” I watched her from the corner of my eye.I didn’t want it to be obvious that I was staring. Mrs Sinclair still looked beautiful. Crazy how someone so beautiful could have such an evil heart. A long elegant gown hugged her body perfectly. Her white pearl necklace matched her earrings. Even from where I stood, they sparkled under the chandelier lights.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

"You think I have come all the way here to rescue her? I can tell the princess is fond of another castle now. The ignorant and the passive like her make the empire fall. Unlike the duchesses, I will finish what I started. You and your assassin friends will perish once I get a hold of Russia. It's just a matter of time." "Does the new Czarina know about this?" I asked, mainly to buy me time to think of a way to defeat this malicious man. "Of course, not! She still doesn't know that her coronation is also her funeral," Konstantin said and boomed a laugh. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. After I get rid of the little sister here, I will bring the older one to her knees for th

His voice was low, hushed. “Pity. Because she is RAYANA ELIZABETH MOUNTBATTEN. Your Khristina is dead.” “STOP.” A trembling voice called out, panicked. It took me a century to break my gaze from Vladimir before turning around to look at Kimberly who was a panting mess.

Katherine’s POV Morning came with sun rays filtering into my room and I had barely slept and when I finally did, I dreamt of Kendrick, and me begging him to do things to me. Things I don’t think you would want to know about. It was the weekend. When I was still with Lester we used to go on fancy dates at highly expensive places. I preferred the romantic lure of a cinema but Lester said that entertainment was a waste of resources and only unreasonable people went to watch movies.