Quotes Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

"Every now and then I dance to appease the.moon goddess, if she is happy with my dance the birthmark glows." Katherine was awed by everything, it sounded quite remarkable to her and she couldn't help but imagine how it would be. " I am done." Katherine said as she packed the kit. "Thank you , I do appreciate your kind gestures." "Well, you are welcome ." Katherine said . Khloe stood up to leave the room and walked toward the door. She paused midway. "Do you still think there is hope for the Prince?" Khloe asked. "I do...I believe very much in hope ." Katherine answered.

Amelia asked, turning around to look out the window. Dane and Caroline were still talking. Her gaze remained on Dane and he seemed to sense she was at the window, for he raised his and looked directly up at her. The hint of latent power surrounding him was like a beacon in the darkness, and when their eyes met, she couldn't look away. She was conscious of the electrifying spell of his gaze. It was as if he knew her thoughts, because his face immediately went expressionless. " Katherine left a bitter legacy. Her love was never returned and I think you both share almost the same faith. Just be yourself in Katherine's guise and solve the puzzle, that is all you need. Your life might even becom

she said. Katherine, her personal assistant, was characterized with outstanding, juicy qualities, insurmountable smartness in every sense, incredulous talents and had an astonishing level of observation that made companies and CEOs marvel upon perusing her CV. Page had interviewed twenty other persons but none of them could beat Katherine's intellect nor surmount her conscientiousness. Katherine was one of a kind, a rare gem.

"The way you implanted that scorpion inside Annie without any of us knowing. The way you gambled everything on Annie being strong enough to reject Annitore—and you were right. I've never seen witchcraft like that. So clever. So brilliant." She squeezed Katherine's hand. "My greatest desire is to become a witch like you. Clever. Powerful. Always ten steps ahead. Will you teach me? Please?" Dante groaned from across the room. "So much for going back to Panama to sip a coconut rum drink." Katherine looked down at Peggy's hand holding hers, then at the girl's earnest face. "What is it with everyone touching and hugging me today?" she muttered. "I'm not a sentimental woman."

If these words are read, know that I am not innocent… I reread it. Not innocent. My stomach tightened. So Katherine wasn’t just a victim in her own story. She was warning… but also confessing. That made her more interesting. More dangerous. And that made me more afraid. I kept reading, slower now, as if speed might set off alarms. She wrote about a child. The lines weren’t full details—more like edges of memories. A pregnancy. A shift. A husband’s attention is moving away from her.

I can spare some time to talk to you. Katherine checked the time and glanced at the door. It seemed that William was still outside so she continued playing with her phone. Jaxon's reply came almost as soon as she sent hers. Thanks, Katherine. I do miss my best friend. Kate smiled and put down her phone to check the door once again. When an hour had passed with no sign of him, she rose from the chaise lounge and walked towards her luggage. She retrieved the book she had brought with her from London, a classic Sherlock Holmes book, removed her robe, and, getting into bed, began to read. She had read this book more than a dozen times and yet she kept finding herself coming back to it again. Soo

He called twice in between, once during his lunch, asking if she'd eaten and teasing her, the other a quick check-in, his tone laced with that possessive warmth that made her squirm in her seat. By nightfall, the room was a chaos of papers and highlighters, the lamp casting a golden pool over her workspace. Katherine wore a light pink slip-style dress that skimmed her knees, the delicate lace panels teasing glimpses of skin, thin straps hugging her shoulders, the softly gathered neckline dipping just enough to hint at the swell of her breasts. She was deep into a chapter on economic theory, murmuring formulas under her breath, glad that her preparation paid off. She didn't hear the front doo

“Because... it’s a bit, hmm, erotic. And I want you to read it without judging me. Just read it with an open mind. Are you going to promise me that?” The kids exchanged glances but eventually nodded. *************************** Katherine’s POV My full name is Katherine Cassin. Because of the promise I made to my grandchildren, I’ve decided to document this story. Only when they’ve crossed the age of eighteen will they be allowed to read it. This is how it all began...Just like my grand kids, please don’t judge me. Read it with an open mind. I acted according to my impulse.

Whenever Kiara asked such a direct question. There was always a reason. --- Back in the garden... Katherine lowered her gaze toward the flowers blooming beneath her feet. After a long silence... She quietly answered, "I... don't know anymore." Kiara frowned. "What do you mean?" Katherine let out a small, bitter laugh. "I know I love him..." "But Sometimes..." she whispered softly , "when His Highness smiles, I remember Adrian." She laughed bitterly. "When he scolds me, I remember Adrian." "When he quietly places a blanket over my shoulders after I fall asleep while reading..."

Derrick looked at her petite and pitiful face but he didn't feel any pity for her at all, "I don't trust you." Katherine was taken aback by what he said. With tears streaming down her face, she spoke "Marshall. I would never do such. I have been working hard to get many injured soldiers to their feet and so far I've been successful. Why would I want to bring the amunition house down?" "You have been writing to the god of war of Aurora Island in secret?" He said in a questioning tone. "What? Writing? I don't even know him neither do I know how he looks like," she answered.