Romans & histoires Stefan And Katherine

she screams. Katherine leans in, her gaze menacing and her countenance dripping with nothing short of seriousness. “When it comes to my family, I fight whoever is a threat to it. And this, what you did today, is a big threat to the honor of this family. I will not allow anyone to stain this family further. Not even you, Tarah Mauricio Edwards!” “And you and I know that you can’t afford to have me as your enemy, Katherine Mazur! You know that, don’t you? Or should I perhaps jog your memory because it seems like old age is catching up with you pretty badly?”

Katherine smiled at her. “How are you Kathy? We missed you so much..” Ann’s tears were beginning to well up. “I missed you all too. I had a hard time in London to not think about you all..” Katherine confessed. They kept talking for a while. Katherine got to know that her friends were all married now. Hudson had a two year old son, Laura and Ann had daughters of same age as her daughter. “Where is she?” Katherine asked out of the blue. “Who?” Ann’s asked, noticing the sudden seriousness in Katherine’s face and immediately understood whom she was referring to.

Jan said as he rose from his seat to open the door. She stood up too and followed him. “Sir,” a sophisticated woman greeted Jan when the door opened. “Rose, this is my fiancée, Katherine,” Jan said and gestured in her direction. “Katherine, meet my assistant, Rose.” Kate felt her bile went up straight to her chest when she heard him addressed her as his fiancée. Her mind still could not process that she now has a fiancé. She just hoped that she would not regret saying yes to that deal.

Acan suddenly suggested. I smiled and nodded. “Sure, brother.” “It will give the women some time to reconcile,” he pointed out, but Silver shot a glare at her husband, causing Katherine to laugh. “No, I don’t think there will be any reconciling,” Katherine said. “I plan to spend my time on something much more worthwhile.” Silver let out an offended sound, glaring even more at Katherine. “Good thing I don’t want to spend my time with you, either.” “We promised to make peace,” Acan reminded them.

Stefan, bribe Stephanienya!" said Theo giggling. "The chairman is not romantic!" teased Stephanie with a chuckle. Stefan looked up at the ceiling. Bangs4t Theo, he thought. He's been pranked today. Where are the four new kids, they all agreed with Theo's words. Stefan reached over and slowly cut a thin slice of the chocolate cake Theo had been holding, then stabbed it with a small plastic fork and flew it towards Stephanie's mouth.

Stefan was an intelligent man and knew how to manipulate just anybody. Stefan cleared his throat and said to the people, "This is a day of celebration so please eat, drink and be happy but I would like to open this ceremony with a dance with my wife." He concluded and everyone started cheering. He turned to me and I got to my feet and walked towards him. He put his hands on my waist and I put my head on his chest. We danced to a slow beat for a while as the people fell in love with us. After a few minutes, we came to a stop and there was a thundering round of applause from the pack. They really enjoyed shows of affection.

Katherine’s POV LAST NIGHT. “I know how much you love me, Katherine.” His voice sounded so much confidence, the same voice that used to whisper promises against my throat. “After I become Alpha tomorrow we can still be together.” I stared at him, arms folded so tight my nails bit crescents into my skin. “Still be together?” I repeated, the words tasting like rust. “After you rejected me?” He shrugged like it was nothing. Like ripping out my heart in front of half the pack had been a minor inconvenience.

They were talking about the Thorne drama. ​The story wasn't about werewolves, of course. It was about the scandal: the arrogant King of Crestwood, Kael Thorne, being caught in a vicious fight with his powerful father, Marcus, over a strange, quiet new girl - me. The rumor mill had been working overtime, twisting the corridor confrontation into a soap opera of forbidden step-sibling romance and family rage. ​As I walked to my locker, the whispers were impossible to ignore. ​"Did you see how red Marcus's face was?"

She was twenty-seven, a college dropout whose resume could be summed up in one cruel line: Socialite (2019–2025). Her phone buzzed violently against the glass coffee table. Serena. Her best, and increasingly only friend. Katherine let it ring once, twice, three times. She wanted silence. But when the fourth call came through, insistent and furious, she surrendered. She answered, voice cracked and hollow. “He’s leaving me, Serena. It’s over. He’s… he’s gay. He has someone else. A man.”

I bit my inside cheek, trying to force them back. ​The stranger’s playful expression immediately vanished, replaced by a sharp, intense coldness as he watched the girls walk away. He turned back to me, his brow furrowed. "What was that about?" ​"Not that it's any of your business," I muttered, blinking rapidly to clear my vision, "but my boyfriend dumped me earlier today. I'm only here to watch him play because my best friend thinks it's better to stand tall than to hide away at home." ​The stranger stared at me for a long beat, his gaze softening into something deep and fiercely protective. "Well... that's a very courageous thing to do, Katherine."