Cat Dennings Nude Novels & Stories

Vampires and wereanimals secretly live among us and a paranormal war between vampire clans and shifters is on the horizon. Those with the biggest FANGS will win. Wolfshifters, led by a single vampire who gives them eternal life through repeated feedings, hate their sworn enemy the catshifters. The cat and wolfshifters have been at war since Marcus, the vampire leader of the Southwest wolf pack, changed his lover, Victoria, to vampire against her will. Victoria leads the enemy and she wants Marcus and everyone he loves, dead.Join the vampires, wolves, cats, and bearshifters of Fang Chronicles for a high adventure fight to the bitter end with a high probability of everlasting love along the way.Fang Chronicles is created by Holly S Roberts/D'Elen McClain, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My best friend wanted to adopt an injured kitten. Seeing the cat’s unusual appearance, I suddenly recalled a state-protected animal called the manul. Its young resembled cats but were exceptionally ferocious. So, I advised her against keeping it. But my friend would not listen to me and brought it back to our rental apartment. Unexpectedly, the manul seemed to understand human emotions and harbored a grudge against me. Five years later, it suddenly burst into my home and killed my entire family. I lunged to kill it, only to have my throat torn. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend adopted the manul. This time, I did not stop her from taking it in.

After I get pregnant with my second child, all the pets in my household start viewing me as their biggest enemy. The tabby cat who once loved clinging to me now poops in my nutritious meals every day. The parrot who only knows how to repeat "hello" begins cursing at me to suffer from a miscarriage. "Die, Leanne Foster!" When I feed the goldfish, they protest against my efforts by quitting food entirely. The next day, they are all dead. Even the terrier I've kept with me for ten years lunges at me like a mad bitch the moment she sees the baby clothes in my hands. After I almost suffer from a miscarriage, I plan on giving the pets away. But my daughter, Harper Steele, hugs the terrier and the cat as she pleads to me sadly, "Mommy, please don't give them away!" My husband, Adam Steele, is worried about my unborn baby, but he also doesn't want to hurt Harper's feelings. In the end, he comes up with a compromising solution. "Honey, there's still one month left till your due date. Just endure the pets for a month, okay? I'll lock them up in their crates and make sure that you're safe." Eventually, I agree to that solution after giving it some thought. But unexpectedly, on the day my water breaks, as soon as I dial Adam's number, the pets rush out of their crates simultaneously and begin tearing at my stomach with their claws and fangs. In the end, I close my eyes weakly from the sheer pain. I can never understand why my pets hate the unborn baby in my womb that much. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I find out I'm pregnant with my second child.

Elena didn't expect the drastic turn her life took in just one night. From discovering she was getting married, in place of her sister, to a mystery man, to bumping in on her unremorseful boyfriend cheating on her. Miserably, she agreed to take her sister's place. She thought she knew all what to expect and she prepared herself for it; a boring loveless marriage. Her soon-to-be husband was an extremely wealthy son of the Walton's but the rumors deemed him bedridden. He was also crippled and with a face scarred with burns. Elena thought she knew how their relationship would go until she eventually dived into it. Not only did the mystery ugly Billionaire turn out to be her worst nightmare and nothing like her thoughts, but he also had more secrets that would leave Elena wishing she hadn't judged too quickly. But there was no escape route for her now... *** His eyes narrowed as he stared at my nude figure, like a predator staring at his prey. "I've been gentle for you too long. And you've been a bad girl. It's time I mark you, and show you who you belong to now." "I'm yours, Master. I know I'm yours-" My voice was shaking as I knew this dangerous man wouldn't allow me to disobey him. I'm his bride as well as his personal slave. "I need you to prove it to me," he rasped near my ears while holding my hands to touch his desire, "Show me."

Eve’s wedding is just a month away. Her mother's will is clear: If she wants her inheritance, she must marry before she turns twenty-five and have a baby before she turns 27. If she fails, everything goes to the family members who have been using her for years. The problem? She just caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister. Heartbroken and running out of time, Eve asks her best friend Devin to marry her. He's her only option and she has always believed that he is gay, so there's no risk of things getting complicated. But Devin has a secret. He has never been gay. He let her believe it because it was the only way to stay close to her. He has been in love with her for seven years. Now they're living together, pretending to be a happy couple to ensure she firmly secures her inheritance. Eve sees Devin as a sister presuming that he is gay and not attracted to her so she doesn’t care about going nude or wearing skimpy clothes in his presence. She invades his personal space using him as her personal stuffed toy. How long will this hot blooded man endure cold showers and blue balls before he confesses? How would he convince her to have a baby with him the natural way without revealing that he is straight? Time is ticking and those who stand to benefit if she fails are not waiting with folded hands.

The sequel to The Snow Storm tells the story of Owen, the son and brother of the infamous killers at the now well known motel, dubbed the Murder Motel. Owen is just trying to live a normal life, thinking that he has finally managed to put the past behind him, when a new string of disappearances seem to suggest that he is carrying on in his late father's footsteps. But when a copy cat killer goes so far as to frame him for the murders, he needs all the help that he can get to clear his name. That is where journalist Kate Lyston comes in. She believes that he is innocent and works along side of him to prove it. Will they fall in love at the Murder Motel, or will she be it's latest victim?

Trouble has come knocking on the Hatherleigh family door and the one to shield it off is no other person but Elise Hatherleigh. First in line and renowned as a world class fashion icon. Elise is dragged into a world of greater luxury, contempt and betrayal. Carl Blackburn, whose brooding and dark nature sends shivers down her spine both with fear and desire. To anyone, sacrificing Elise as a bride for the Luna Stone was more than appropriate. She was the perfect candidate and hence, the answer to the question on 'who will bell the cat' fell on her shoulders. The fate of Elise now depends on her decision! All Rights Reserved! This entire book or any portion of it thereof.. should, and must not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the Writer/Author. Copyright 2022 THE LUNA STONE

A sizzling, modern reimagining of Beauty and the Beast – with a billionaire twist!Lily Frazer would do anything to save her father’s struggling arts center - even take on the infamous billionaire Calder Cunningham.When Lily breaks onto the Cunningham estate, she only wants to find and reason with the arrogant, brooding Calder. Then the worst happens, and she finds herself trapped with him, stranded at his palatial mansion during a terrible storm.As it turns out, Calder is willing to give her the money he promised, but there's a catch: she must win it from him. And the games he has in mind aren't exactly . . . innocent.Can Lily survive his wicked games of cat and mouse?Due to explicit scenes, this steamy romance is rated 18+.His Wicked Games is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I had just gotten home when a parent in my son’s class group chat erupted: [Ms. Zinn, what kind of place are you running? Do you let just any random stray off the street become a teacher?] [My daughter came home, grabbed two forks, and tried to jump off the balcony. She said it was Miss Never who told her to!] The homeroom teacher panicked and denied it at once, insisting there was no such person as Miss Never at the kindergarten. She even posted the official teaching schedule in the chat to prove it. On the security footage, there was not a single trace of this so-called Miss Never. However, later, my son whispered to me in secret, “Mom, Miss Never is an old lady with a cat’s face.” “She says only kids can see her.”

To save his childhood sweetheart, who had a congenital heart condition, my husband tricked me into signing an organ donation agreement. Then he got into a truck and ran me over right in front of the hospital. Barely clinging to life, Elliot Carter tore my heart from my chest. When my body was wheeled out of the operating room, Alan Yates came crashing to my side like a man gone mad. Seeing the gaping hole where my heart used to be, he screamed and wept: "I'm sorry… I was too late… If there's another life, I'll never let you suffer like this again…" Tears fell exactly where my heart had been, and somehow, I even felt a flicker of warmth. He spun around and ran back into the operating room. When he came out again, Elliot and Jessica Foster were lying in a pool of blood. Alan, meanwhile, had slashed his own wrist to die with me. On his deathbed, he ordered that we be buried together. Then I opened my eyes. I had been reborn. Before me stood Elliot, dressed in a wedding gown, holding a bouquet, and proposing. I flung the flowers in his face and turned to embrace Alan in the crowd. However, only a year and a half into our marriage, he changed. Alan began openly pairing up with Jessica, letting her move into our home. Worse, he claimed that our cat's mating season had disturbed Jessica's sleep, and so he allowed her to run over the cat I had raised for seven years. I could not believe it. This was not the man who had loved me so deeply in my previous life. My eyes blazing, I demanded, "What's wrong with you?" However, Alan's gaze was icy. "Nothing. I just don't love you anymore."