Cat Man Book Novels & Stories

against my ear like a brand. By day eight, the small flares had become something sharper. We were in the courtyard at dusk. Lanterns lit. Air thick with orange blossom. I was reading, old paperback of Camus he’d found in a stall, when the riad’s cat, a lean gray tom with one notched ear, jumped onto my lap. I laughed, soft, surprised, and scratched behind its ears. The cat purred. Loud. Content. Damian watched from the arched doorway.

“But watch him. Closely.” A warm breeze drifted through the open windows of Dante’s estate. Afternoon sunlight spilled onto the marble floors and filtered into Emilia’s room, where she sat cross-legged on the plush rug, a leather-bound book about wolves and witches open in her lap. Her fingers lazily stroked Mochi’s soft fur as the cat lay curled beside her, its breathing slow and peaceful. Despite the stillness around her, Emilia’s mind was a whirlwind. Every page she turned in the book felt like a reminder of how little she truly knew. About witches. About werewolves. About herself.

She laughed as my surprised expression, and I nodded eagerly, going over to sit beside her by the bed when she began narrating her story. Niana explained that her kind had a deep connection to their feline nature, with their agility, independence, and a strong sense of family bonds. She shared stories of her family's history and the different werecat clans that roamed the world. I listened with fascination, eager to broaden my horizons beyond the world of wolves that I had always known.

“This is the single most interesting thing to happen on this dreary town since it was founded. You’re supernatural, Liv! You’re a secret! Not just town wise, but worldwide. Come on, don't deny me this.” I throw a look at August, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Control your boyfriend.” She shrugs, a tired, fond smile tugging at her lips. “He’s an idiot. You know this. Besides, you’re the one who keeps hanging out with the charming, gorgeous Alpha werewolf. I’m starting to think you secretly enjoy his drama.”

He pinched the fur behind its neck and walked in. "Hey, Human Pet, Ding Hao, how dare you treat me like this... I will go in. You don't have to carry me like this. If others see me like this, I'll be so embarrassed..." With the voice of Evil Moon, the man and the cat entered the palace. The gap was restored, and the royal library became quiet again. As soon as they entered, they saw a hall with a radius of hundreds of meters. The smell of books came to their noses, and the surroundings were quiet.

"Yes, she's human but that doesn't mean she isn't my mate." "Again, with this mate stuff. I wish I had some answers," I grumble to myself, forgetting that this horrifying man can read my thoughts. "All in good time, kitten." He says to me, with a small smile. "Listen, I'm no proctologist... but I know assholes when I see one. Can you just let me go home now?" The driver bursts out laughing at my joke, but the sapphire eyed man scowls as his eyes turn back to me.

Charlotte asked trying to figure out the reason behind her wolf’s wish. “Just trust me. Write it.” Her wolf snapped. Worried that she’d anger her more, Charlotte quickly put ‘fairies’ below ‘werewolves’ but she didn’t think that they were fairies amongst the species in her. She flipped the pages of the book again after her wolf’s weird behavior. The page opened to that of ‘werecats’. Charlotte was surprised at that. Werecats…huh! There’s no way that this is real, she thought to herself.

When Danica gave her that evil glower that she’d only recently blessed me with, my friend’s chin lifted high as she said, “Don’t think you can intimidate me. I’ve seen sad cases like you before. Beautiful on the outside but ugly on the inside. You have to cling to the man by offering him your pooty-tang in hopes it will be enough to snare him into something more permanent since your winning personality doesn’t cut it. Trust me when I say this. Werewolf or human… if he can get the milk without buying the cow, he’s gonna keep doing it until a new and more challenging cow comes along. Maybe even for a while afterward since the new cow knows better than to put out like some desperate whor

I asked curiously. “In the kitchen making some cupcakes I think,” he said releasing me then stiffened when he noticed Rine. “Hello, Jason.” Catherine purred to the crimson red 20-year-old co-worker of mine. “H...Hi...“ The so-called boy/man squealed, running to help someone next to the bookshelves. I glared at my friend, who batted her eyes innocently at me. I pinched my temples. “Just sit your ass anywhere; I’ll get you something to drink.”

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”