Cat Base Novels & Stories

Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat. "You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it. Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear. “Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit." Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me." --- That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother. That was four years ago. Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences. "You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe. "Then bleed for it.”

Trigger Warning!! This book is very dark, containing torture and abuse, read at your own risk!! "I'll delete the pictures depending on how obedient you are. You have to do everything I say; if I want you to become a dog, you have to get on your knees and bark; do we have a deal?" Pierce leans intimidatingly to Malakai's height to whisper softly in his ears; his cold eyes flash with cruelty. "You don't want her to know what a dirty little creep you are, do you?" Malakai Kreston, Quiet and perfect son of the county's preacher is who everyone assumes to be a boring nerd, but Malakai has a deep secret. He isn't so perfect after all! A dirty secret that Malakai will do anything to protect. What happens when he becomes a targeted pawn of Pierce Masterson? Kai, who is usually the hunter, becomes the prey, and he discovers that Pierce is more evil... Sinister and very much more twisted than anything he'd ever imagined. Pierce must have everything he wants or destroy it all completely, Escaping is Malakai's only option, but how far will he go before he gets caught? In a game of cat and mouse, neither are willing to lose!

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”

Before the dark, obsessive, hideous, and disabled Alpha of the Wolf Pack chose his wife, rumors spread that he favored Cat Clan beastwomen above all others. My fiance feared that my family's maid would be selected, so he spent days and nights making passionate love to her in my bed behind my back. Only after the maid conceived his beast egg did he finally feel at ease. On the day my fiance and I were supposed to form our bond, the maid stroked her slightly rounded belly and flaunted it before me. "Ms. Sinclair's bed certainly served its purpose. Nate and I only needed three months to conceive a beast egg." After speaking, she deliberately covered her mouth with a triumphant smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention—Nate is actually the exiled heir of the Eagle Clan! "For old times' sake, he said he'd graciously allow you to join the Fairfaxes as my maid to care for me during my pregnancy." I let out a cold laugh. She was destined for disappointment. If she would not marry the Alpha of the Wolf Pack, then I would. I could never be her maid, because I would only ever be the Wolf Pack's Luna.

On her wedding night, Moza gave herself to the man she believed was her husband. ​But as the heat of their passion lingered in the dark, a gravelly, unfamiliar whisper shattered her heart: ​"I am satisfied. You have finally healed me." ​That voice didn't belong to her husband. ​In a single night, Moza’s life was destroyed. Stripped of her dignity, she was divorced and cast out into the cold, carrying the secret child of a stranger she had never seen. ​Four years later, Moza returns. ​She is no longer the broken girl they discarded. Steeled by a mother’s love and a thirst for the truth, she infiltrates the legendary Limantara Mansion. But she doesn't come back as a wife or a socialite, she comes back as their maid. ​Inside the mansion’s walls, she is at the mercy of five brothers. The Limantara heirs are the city’s most dangerous predators: handsome, ruthless, and intoxicatingly powerful. ​Somewhere among these five masters hides the man who took her innocence... and the father of her son. ​Now, trapped in their world and bound by their rules, Moza must play a deadly game of cat and mouse. Will she find the man who ruined her life and take her revenge? Or will she end up truly owned by the very men she’s supposed to destroy?

Elizabeth Jael Valmonte is one of the ten undeniably gorgeous and passionate heirs of the Valmonte clan, a ravishing, rich, and famous family known for being business-oriented and having members that are at top of their respective fields. She loves singing more than anything. She's born to conquer the stage and make everyone fall for her sweet voice. But when her father, Arthur Valmonte, fell into a coma and her mother, Harriett Valmonte, suffered severely because of a car accident, her world fell apart into pieces right before her eyes. According to the investigation of the police and base on the damage, at least two or more vehicles should be involved for the accident to happen that way. But the big mystery is why only her parents' car was present when a witness came to the scene? Lost and devastated because of her parent's situation, her older brother, Rueben Valmonte found something that could be the reason behind everything. Struck with amazement that her father might have an affair with Lucille de Silva, known for her acting awards, generous donations, and the wife of Gabriel de Silva, a potential candidate for the position of Mayor in the upcoming elections, she prepares herself for war. But what can a seventeen-year-old do to avenge her family when all this time she thought she had a perfect one? Jael met an arrogant guy in a shoe store. They both liked a limited edition designer heels but only one stock is left for their desired size. This guy caught the attention of Jael because of his inconsiderate and nosy attitude. She met the same guy again where her parent's accident happened to found out that he bought the whole area, making him her new lead to know the root of the tragedy.

When the Earth slipped into a relentless, record-breaking heat, I exhausted everything I had to develop a constant-temperature shelter. Yet, my fiancée, Janine O’Connor, insisted on wearing a bikini and going out to sunbathe with her personal secretary. In my previous life, I stopped her. I warned her that an apocalyptic heatwave was coming, and that countless people would be burned to death simply by being exposed to the heat. However, her personal secretary looked as though he had suffered a great injustice. “I’m sorry, Will,” he said. “But I can’t bear to see Miss Janine stuck in a shelter for the rest of her life. I’ve done my research. This is a period of natural selection for the Earth. Only by adapting quickly to the environment can people truly survive.” Even so, I threatened my own life and forcibly brought Janine back into the shelter. Relying on the shelter I built, Janine survived the apocalypse and rapidly built a survivor base. However, on the second day after she became the base’s leader, she had me hanged outside the shelter and burned alive. “If you hadn’t forced me to come back, Mark wouldn’t have been devastated and killed himself in the heat! He was about to develop a new type of shelter, yet you stole all the credit! I’ll make you pay with your life!” Even after my death, her hatred didn’t fade. She ordered someone to skin me and turn my hide into a rug, stepping on it every day. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I tried to stop her from sunbathing with Mark Davis.

When the apocalypse descended in all its eerie chaos, I was the Vanguard Base’s only researcher specializing in supernatural abilities. I willingly handed over the honor of saving the leader to my best friend, Ruby Barrett. In my past life, Ruby, who couldn’t even fully recite the periodic table, suddenly claimed she had comprehended the Spark of Dominion for awakening powers. Every time I guided someone, I had to stay up all night analyzing data and calculating mental thresholds. Yet with a casual touch of her finger, she could flawlessly awaken survivors. Everyone began to worship her as the Mother of Abilities. Until the day Commander Alden Morris awakened a top-tier lightning ability, Ruby shoved me aside. “Faith, this isn’t the time for you to show off. Commander Morris’s safety concerns the survival of all humanity. Let me handle it.” I tried desperately to stop her, warning her of the violent nature of lightning abilities, but the survivors who idolized her tied me up. Ruby actually succeeded in stabilizing Commander Morris and became the savior of the base. Meanwhile, she framed me for conducting live human experiments, had my limbs broken, and I was thrown into a pit of zombies. Only as I was dying did I realize she had awakened a mind-reading ability, stealing the methods I used to guide others’ awakenings. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day she first claimed to have mastered the Spark of Dominion. This time, I didn’t stay up day and night analyzing data or memorizing formulas. Instead, I started humming the tune of a broadcast exercise routine.

THIS IS A NOVEL WHERE YOU WILL FIND WEREWOLF AND CONTEMPORARY EROTIC SHORT STORIES (MOST WEREWOLF) FROM ALPHA TO OMEGA, SEXY STEPDADDY TO HORNY STEPBROTHERS, YOU'LL FIND THEM HERE. Hots for my Luna Derrick’s POV: “You’re mine now, Derrick.” She bit her lip, removing her hands from my cock only to position her pussy right where I wanted it. I looked down at my cock. It was hard as a rod. The luna hummed appreciatively, gripping the base with a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips and lowered herself to me. “Wait—” The luna let out a growl and did not let me speak, as she sinks onto my cock. “Fuuuuuuuccckkkk,” My words are lodged back into my throat before I threw my head back, my hips jerking. She’s out of control. The luna moaned, running her fingers up my abs, feeling every pec as she started to bounce on my hard dick. “Derrick!” She moaned and I looked at her from where she was bouncing up and down on my cock. All reason immediately flies out of the window as the insane pleasure starts to build, and I gripped her hips. “Shit… Luna!” My voice came out husky, caught between a groan and a plea. I wanted to slow her down. I needed to. But I couldn't find the strength to stop her. I could see in her eyes that she wanted this just as much as I do. She’s my luna, and I’m her beta. I’m supposed to protect her, not fuck her brains out as she rides my dick in total abandon!

In a world ravaged by global nuclear fallout, I struggled to survive alongside my fragile, sweet-faced best friend, dodging one radiation storm after another. The route to the Central Safety Zone was blocked—we had no choice but to use two detonators to blast open the tunnel. Otherwise, we would be caught in the storm, our bodies rotting away until we either dissolved into blood sludge or turned into zombies. … In my previous life, I had risked everything to secure those detonators, only for my best friend to hand them over to a complete stranger without hesitation. "They have elderly people and children on their side too," she said earnestly. "One detonator can save many lives. Iris, you can't be selfish." I was so furious my blood pressure nearly exploded, but with no other option, I went straight into a horde of zombies to steal backup detonators. I lost an arm in the process, drenched in blood and barely standing. Yet, she complained that I was covered in gore and had frightened the children. After finally regrouping with the main convoy, I rushed to deliver the formula for anti-radiation medicine to the research institute so that more people could be saved. But she accused me of stealing supplies and trying to flee, which led to my expulsion from the base, and death, my body rotting away under the radiation. When I opened my eyes again, there was still one hour left before the radiation storm hit. I looked down at the two detonators in my hand, then at my pitiful, tear-brimmed best friend—and I smiled. Since she loved being a good person so much, this time, I would let her be one to her heart's content.