Batman/catwoman Romance Novels & Stories

"She smells like that werewolf you used to hang out with; it's such a shame that she has to die!" Looking over my shoulder, I detect Catrina. The woman walks out of the castle with her eyes glazed over, and I silence my mouth not to cry. I know what is about to happen and resist the urge to scream when the enormous bat slung himself over the woman. Fabian devours Catrina within seconds; his large mouth opens wide, and then she is gone, vanished from the face of the earth. Tears splatter on the ground, and I slump my shoulders and sink to the dirt with my palm pressed to my lips. I'm shaking and feeling more helpless than I've ever done in my entire life.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

Except Catwoman doesn’t have Valentina’s face, those emerald green eyes. Her dark burgundy curls had been braided over one shoulder. A few loose strands framed her face. And despite the exhaustion evident beneath her eyes, she was breathtaking. Completely. Utterly. Undisputedly. Beautiful. Dangerous to the heart and sanity of any red-blooded man…

Chuckling bitterly while staring at her desperation to have him, Christopher only had dark expressions on his face with a hint of disgust when the woman backed away a bit from him to answer his question. Christopher made her look all ruined, she was ruining herself by him. A woman in someone else's marriage was having an affair with him. "He will get a heart attack for sure!" The woman joked before again getting back to her work on him, this time staring at Christopher from down, who only threw his head back while laughing loudly at her reply. He hated such women but he still railed them. With disgust and hate, he liked humiliating such women in his intercourse sessions so much. Dominating t

Bryce was shocked at what he caused, because the woman in front of her acted without restraint at all. At this rate, he doubted he would only please her and not make love to her like she wanted. Damn it! He asked to be frustrated and she was so damn skilled at frustrating a man. She removed the remainder of her clothes super slowly and freaking seductively, her hands making light touches on her own skin and it enchanted him, cause he couldn't control himself and just let his eyes follow her every movement like a puppy will follow his master around.

He nudged her harder and she reluctantly reached into her bag and pulled out a mask of her own. It was black, but shinier than Maurice’s, with white stitching and little ears. Cat ears. It was a copy of Michelle Pfeiffer’s Catwoman mask from Batman Returns. She put it on. Looking at the two of them, a thought occurred to me. A very disturbing thought. “You two have sex in those, don’t you?” Claire’s face flushed a deep red while Maurice grinned like The Joker.

she said to one of her guys and left her station before anyone could say anything. Cat made her way into the bathroom and walked in to see the woman standing before a sink washing her hand. The sound of the door closing behind her alerted the woman to her presence and she looked up as soon as their eyes met Cat felt a thrill of desire shoot through her spine. She held the woman's gaze as she approached her.

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

She was really cute and I loved how fiery she could get, but I wasn’t sure that attitude sat well with my wolf. Vilkus loved his women submissive, fiery, feisty, he just didn’t do well with neither of those things and he could do extreme things when it came to bending them. I didn’t want the same fate for Cat and so I knew that it would be a huge fight between my wolf and myself trying to protect her from him, but it wasn’t the first time. One thing I was sure off, was that I wasn’t letting him chase this one away. ‘And how are you supposed to stop me Gwaine?’ He pushed through my mind, but I ignored him as always. My eyes now trained on Catherine that was starting to wake up.