Novels by Catty

I am in a serious relationship with Charles. We are in the same class. We love each other completely. One ordinary afternoon we walk into my house and discover my mother and his father in bed. Before either of us can speak, his mother appears in the doorway. She sees everything. She begins to cry, then she jumps from the stairs. My mother and his father run away together. Charles buries his mother and turns every piece of his grief into hatred aimed at me. The school decides I am the reason two families are destroyed. They call me bastard. They call me homewrecker. They come to my house, take what they want, and destroy the rest. Charles writes the word on my door and on my desk. Stephanie, who always wanted him, is now his girlfriend. She pretends to be my friend while she helps keep the wound open. I cry every night. I ask the same questions over and over: What did I do wrong? Why is this my fault? I have no father. I never tried to take Charles’s father. I only loved the boy who is now trying to erase me. This is not a story that happened years ago. This is happening now, and the pain is constant.

They laughed while I ate. They poisoned the desserts I loved. They smiled as they watched me grow softer, slower, easier to erase. On the night of my engagement they slipped death into my champagne and walked away richer. I woke three years earlier in the same soft body, the same hungry mouth, and the same circle of smiling traitors. This time I do not shrink. I eat what I want. I race motorcycles until the world learns my name in smoke and rubber. And I set my sights on the one man who ever treated me like something precious—the billionaire uncle of the fiancé who murdered me. I will seduce him until his careful control shatters. I will take his power, his protection, and his body. Then I will use every scrap of it to make my stepsister and her lover bleed for every year they stole. Some women return for peace. I returned for blood, for victory, and for the man who will never again look at me with pity

Seven days until the wedding and the whole world was watching me walk through our brand-new house on live stream. I opened the bedroom door and found my sister’s wet pussy stretched around my fiancé’s thick cock while he fucked her like he had never touched me. Chat exploded. My face was everywhere. By morning I was jobless, labeled the whore who staged a family porn scene, and left with nothing but rage. So I crawled back into his bed with a smile, let him put the ring on my finger again, and started fucking his father every single night until the man who broke me had no choice but to call me Mother or watch me take the house, the name, and every last piece of power he thought he still owned. Two can play. I play for keeps. And I play dirty.

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that same night was Alexander Hale—the richest, most dangerous man in the city. I only knew that when he looked at me and said, “Tell me what they did to you… and I’ll make sure you never feel small again,” something inside me finally stopped apologizing. This is not a story about forgiveness. This is the story of how I learned to moan someone else’s name louder than my sister ever moaned my husband’s.

Nineteen-year-old Phyna is forced into the body of the widowed stepmother in a novel she herself was writing. The original Phyna was a cold, abusive figure who raised the late CEO’s son with an iron hand. The system gives the new Phyna a single escape condition: raise Damian’s corruption value to 100 %. Only then can she return to her own world. She begins the task out of desperation—punishments, cold words, deliberate neglect—yet every act of cruelty only tightens the invisible thread between them. Damian grows from a violent, lonely boy into a sharp, dangerous young man who refuses to hate her the way the original plot demanded. At twenty, he acquires a hypnotic necklace and discovers her only real weakness: the soft place just behind her ear. He uses it. Night after night he pulls her into shared dreams where hatred, violence, and desire collide. By day she continues the performance of the wicked stepmother; by night she is already lost. Stephanie, the original female lead, begins her slow approach. The system starts counting down. Phyna realises too late that finishing the task may cost her more than she is willing to pay—and that Damian has no intention of letting the story end the way it was written.

Phyna, a quiet Beta from a smaller pack, is forced to move into her new stepfather’s house after her mother marries the Alpha of a powerful territory. On her first day she meets Tristan—the school’s most popular playboy and future Alpha. Determined to stay invisible and protect her peaceful life, she tries to keep her distance. But the moment Tristan’s eyes lock on hers, the mate bond snaps into place. He corners her, pulls her into his arms, and growls the one word that threatens to destroy everything: “Mate.”   What begins as fear and denial slowly turns into deep, undeniable love. Phyna and Tristan fight every obstacle—jealous rivals, pack expectations, and the painful truth that their parents’ marriage stands between them. In the end, they choose each other completely, willing to tear down every barrier, even their parents’ marriage, to be together.

Arabel has spent years worshipping two people: the boyfriend who made her feel chosen and the mother who made her feel safe. Both shatter in one night. After catching Daniel and her mother together, she flees home and moves into the girls’ hostel at school, determined to disappear into hockey and silence. Damian Kane—her captain, the undefeated god of the ice—has always been off-limits. Controlled. Distant. Dangerous. The night she breaks, he finds her. What follows is brutal, carnal, and seared into her memory. She wakes up hating him for it. Only later does she learn the truth: Damian had been drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac. He was not entirely himself. And once the haze clears, the man who claimed her body refuses to release the claim. As the hockey season intensifies, secrets surface, alliances fracture, and Arabel is forced to decide whether the man who ruined her is also the only one who can put her back together—or whether she will burn them all down first.