Cat Noir Hot Novels & Stories

“A bombshell like ye? Ye’ll have yer pick." Cat actually blushed. Fucking blushed. I didn’t know she could blush. I grinned. “Snag ye a hottie, babe. Make yer ex real jealous when we post a thirst trap of ye makin’ out with a plaid wrapped Highland God.” “Please,” she muttered, fanning herself with a magazine. “Manifesting that shit right now.” Keiran raised a brow. “They’ll be here by tomorrow mornin’. Hope yer ready.” “Oh, I was born ready,” Cat said, and then under her breath added, “I’m getting a wax tonight.” We barely made it down the steps of the sleek ass rooftop sushi bar before the vultures descended.

KITTEN. ~~~~

"To hell with that. You have to let me go. I'm not an animal; why are you tying me up with iron chains like this? Let go!" "Calm down. I'll let you go. Promise not to attack me." "I will kill you straight away!" Caterina glared sharply. "It's so fun to see you tied up like this. You're like a prisoner that many men will take turns with. Hahaha." "Shut your mouth, bastard!" "Wow... you are really scary, Kate. But why am I excited to see you angry?" Caterina controlled her breath, which was rising and falling with anger. Seeing Leo's face was like looking at a pile of trash. Caterina was reluctant to stare for long and chose to ignore him.

“Promise that you won’t freak out by what I’m fixing to tell you and what you see afterwards. And know that I will not hurt you in any kind of way.” “Ok, I promise.” Alaina sighed, the cat was getting closer, she couldn’t see it just yet but she figured it was a mountain lion by the smell. And from the sound of its steps, it was a male, and a big one. “I know this is going to sound really funny to you and you aren’t going to be able to understand how I can hear it, but there is a pretty big cat on the hunt right now. From what I figure it’s a mountain lion. It already has the scent of its prey and headed here fast.”

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

Agent reset some of the gold energy wires so Doll's arms were raised a bit higher and his body was exposed even more. "Oh, I suppose there is no harm in telling you.” Agent sounded like he wanted to brag about his creation. “It's a highly addictive form of catnip. I find a lot of toms when they get excited, they like to pierce flesh. They are such animals. But when they get a hint of the catnip in your blood, they get more crazed. The need to have you becomes undeniable. The drawback for you is you'll want more of it, the catnip and the felines’ primitive violence."

She stood up and slowly peeled off her tight little shorts down and kicked them aside. 'No underwear,' Shamira thought, staring at the jaguar's kitty. Then Renata tossed her shirt aside. It was obvious that she loved showing off her wild side. Her bones and muscles and organs shifted under her skin, and a light coat of yellow-gold and black fur crept up. Soon, there was a two-hundred-plus pound cat lying on the floor, its tongue lolling absently. "Clara was right," Shamira whispered, reaching her hand out and stroking the fur between Renata's ears, then giving her a scratch. "You are a beautiful cat!" She scratched the jag's cheeks and found out that big cats can sometimes purr.

Then the big cat stepped closer and sat beside her. Then Spaghetti leaned in and licked the big cat’s head once. I exhaled hard. “Okay. No civil war. I’ll take that as a personal victory. We’ll need more wet food, another litter box, cat beds, maybe a heater.” “I’ll handle it. I’ll order everything,” Zane said, scanning the room. “Cat beds, climbing shelves, interactive toys. Maybe a family portrait while we’re at it.” Ash cheered, pointing at the big cat. “Her name’s Mama Mozzarella!”

But that amusement dies off when I take a good look at my kitten now that her hair is styled. She was breathtaking. Those red locks were still wild, long and spilling over her shoulders, but the hairstylist must have done something to make it more seductive and less like a rat’s nest. It will feel so good to grab that hair like a leash while I fuck her throat. Speaking of leashes… “One final thing.” I pull out her pet collar from my pockets, moving over to clasp it around her neck, too fast for her to resist. “There, so beautiful.”

Max said, gesturing toward Cat, standing behind the front counter, sorting some papers. Cat turned and looked at him with one eyebrow raised. She was wearing her regular high heels, skin-tight jeans, and a sleeveless top that showed off many of her tattoos. Her hair was freshly done, with the sides shaved and a bright red streak in the front of her dark brunette hair, and her makeup was flawless.