Quotes Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

The second through the ribs. The third through the burned hand. "Katherine!" Jack roared. She did not fall. She looked at her white self through pain and smiled. "Here is the flaw in your model." White Katherine watched. Real Katherine tore one spear out and used it to write across the proof table. JACK MILLER IS NOT A RESOURCE. The maze shook. She wrote again. LOVE IS NOT A LEVERAGE ERROR. The white version stood abruptly. "Emotion corrupts decision quality."

And with that, she walked out of the dining room, leaving Kingsley sitting in front of untouched eggs, a cooling coffee cup, and the heavy, suffocating silence of a marriage barely breathing. That same morning in Brooklyn, the light filtered in softly through the gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow over the small living room of Katherine’s apartment. She sat curled on the couch in an oversized hoodie, legs tucked beneath her, a novel in her hands. A half-empty mug of chamomile tea rested on the side table, its steam long faded. The book was good—slow, but good. She had underlined a sentence in pencil just a few minutes ago: “Sometimes the things we walk away from are the only things we ever

“Well, someone has to take care of you. Can’t have you skipping meals, right? Just like the doctor said.” Katherine’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How thoughtful of you, Riley. Though I’m sure Lucifer’s capable of handling himself.” “Of course he is,” Riley replied sweetly, leaning forward slightly. “But it’s the little things that count, don’t you think? Like knowing how he likes his coffee. Or his pancakes.” Katherine didn’t miss the subtle jab. Her fingers tightened around her fork. “Funny, I didn’t take you for someone who lingered over ‘the little things.’” She smiled, her tone honeyed but sharp. “You must have a lot of free time.”

"Okay." As Katherine turned to leave, she couldn’t resist taking one last glance at Castiel. He stood there, a silhouette of beauty illuminated by the soft glimmer of light filtering through the library window. His eyes remained on her, holding a spark of something she couldn't quite interpret. For the first time, Katherine felt a thrill, a flicker of excitement for what was to come. Perhaps this was not just a chance to finish a treasured series, but also a beginning for her own story.

She grinned, already deep in fictional bloodshed. Katherine thrived in chaos. Where most writers needed silence and tea, she wrote surrounded by mess and mayhem. Clothes littered her bed, Monty Python posters lined her walls, and the regal oil painting of Jasper that I had given her last year hung in pride of place like a monarch’s portrait. “Anyway,” she said, pausing long enough to sip her coffee, “back to more pressing matters. You need to test the sex before you commit. You don’t want to end up married to a man who thinks missionary is adventurous.”

Katy starts complaining about him before he gets the door closed behind him. "It sounds like a great opportunity, Katy." Tabitha speaks the words I'm thinking. "Just wait long enough. There's always a hidden clause if Pierce is involved. First you give him a free cookie and next he'll try to buy your soul."

“Let them see we know how to win quietly.” Katherine didn’t even turn her head. She just reached out, her hand resting lightly over his on the table — not possessive, not performative. Just present. “We already did,” she said, her thumb brushing once against his knuckles. The Halworth men walked on. The city lights outside shimmered against the glass like applause no one could hear. And between them, the candle burned lower — steady, golden, alive. ---

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

TWENTY NINE “The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing” JEAN TOOMER GUINEVERE He was staring, waiting for me to say something to support my claim about his love for Katherine. I took a deep breath, hoping I had not just gotten myself into trouble before saying

“Do you think South City would have survived this long if Lucia Everton would surrender her most prized secrets because of a good fuck?” Reese flared up instantly, snarling at me. “So all of this was for naught?!” I could not help but roll my eyes. “Did I say that? Like any other woman, she does not just want to be a quick fuck. She wants something real. Status. Power.” I kicked the back of the seat in front of me. “Katherine, you might understand that more than the rest of us.” Katherine made a small sound but did not respond or turn around.