Quotes Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

The woman jumped back a little and surprised her mouth, opening and closing like a trout. "Okay," Katherine said curtly. "You obviously didn't hear me the first time so let me repeat: I am here for my appointment with Principal Kingsley. Did that penetrate your severely dyed hair and damaged brain?" Katherine was vaguely aware that people were beginning to stare but she couldn't bring herself to care. She had put up with this enough at home from her family. There was no way in hell that she was going to put up with it from a woman who was paid to be helpful to her.

“But relationships also require softer intelligence.” “…Softer.” “Yes.” I disliked that phrase immediately. Percy pressed on bravely. “Remembering things she says. Understanding moods. Paying attention when she’s upset even if she claims she’s fine.” “That sounds manipulative.” “That’s because you negotiate treaties like hostage situations.” A pause. “…Fair.” Percy looked genuinely shocked I admitted that. Then: “Sire… if I may offer one important observation?” “You may.” “Lady Katherine doesn’t seem materialistic.”

" Katherine stood and followed the secretary towards the office, she stopped at a door and left her to go in. Katherine heaved a sigh before turning the door knob and walking into the office. "Please sit," she got invited and Katherine took a seat. Her purse clutched to her belly. She stared at the lady whose gaze was fixated in her laptop. Her small office space was uniquely decorated with lots of beautiful artwork that entertained Katherine's sight. She eventually looked up and requested for her credentials, her gaze not fully settled on Katherine. It wasn't until Katherine handed it to her that she caught a full glance of her face, she felt a drop in her belly. "Katherine?" Quinn arched a

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.

“I see anger in your eyes. You came for revenge. But you are not allowed to bring a weapon here, much less spill blood. I rebuke you, you have no place for this—” Katherine laughed, and it sounded like a thing that had been saved up for a long time. She moved down those few worn steps with the economy of someone who has rehearsed violence in the mirror. She closed the distance between us with an easy, terrible grace. “Enough of the dramas, old priest,” she snapped, as if she were clearing away props. Her smile flicked once, cold and quick, then gone. She stood over me, the knife glinting in her hand like an accusation.

It’s time to visit my dear sister……three queens cannot rule zikia,two must bow one must stand and I’ll be the one. I wore my hooded cloak and walked out through the tunnel as the sun rays hit my eye lids. Just like the way her father is dying on his sick bed, that’s how she’ll go into an eternal slumber. I watched to and fro, making sure no one saw me or noticed my shadow. I pushed the door and walked in, heading into the chamber. Katherine sat facing the mirror with a black quill in her right hand and a black chalk in the other. “I see you finally learnt something apart from being a blood sucking bitch” I said, sitting on her bed as she jerked and turned to look at me.

Richard Gordon. But amid the chaos, Katherine’s attention was drawn to the elderly woman on the ground. “Are you alright?” Katherine asked gently, offering her hand. The old woman slowly lifted her gaze. Her eyes locked onto Katherine’s face. For a moment, Katherine felt a strange chill run down her spine. “The suffering you will face,” the old woman said quietly, “will open the door to a new hope.” Katherine blinked in confusion. She didn’t understand. What suffering? She had lived her entire life like a princess, protected and cherished by her family.

Chapter 12 Enemy's Territory Katherine's POV WHO IS KATHERINE? Different comments flooded the comment section, with articles that I couldn't explain. She's a gold digger, attention seeker, chap replacement. The one that I couldn't help but think out loud was being called "a home wrecker." Why the hateful comments, since none of them knew me in person?; Without thinking much on it, I slowly lowered the phone. But the more I tried to surpress it, the more the words hurt more than I expected. Even though I told myself not to care, to pay blind eyes to them all...I still couldn't take my mind off them.

She touched the corner of her lips like she was wiping something off. “You have a lot of question to ask about my family, why don’t you ask?” He leaned close to the table and looked closely at her face, there was no curiosity whatsoever and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Katherine sipped some water and placed down the glass. “I think people only open up when they want to and preying in their business often makes them ignore you.” She raised her gaze to meet his eyes. “I think I will know only when I am told.”

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.