Cat Noir Nails Novels & Stories

But just thinking about it made my chest feel like it was on fire, and I couldn't control it. I felt like I wanted to be in that position right now. Am I mad? "Oh, woah," I gaped in amazement once I reached the living room. Morea had invited three top-notch hair and nail stylists, evident from the specialized tools they brought specifically to work on just two people's nails. Morea herself and another female wolf whose name I hadn't learned yet "Pick your style." She handed me a catalog. I didn't open the book and plopped down on the couch instead. How much cash did she drop on all of this?

She paints my nails black and I’m wearing black rings on every finger and knuckle. I look like a singer in a heavy metal band, with my tight but functional clothes, the rivets decorating my accessories, my teased hair and my eyeliner. They let me out of the bathroom and I walk over to Tristan, hips swaying. “Kitten, you look like a beautiful panther who could take someone’s head off without breaking a nail,” he tells me, grabbing my hips and nipping at my stomach, where my navel ring shows. “You’re perfect.”

Chapter 40: Snow ARIEL'S POV I leaned against the bathroom door, watching with a smile as Ravenna carefully bathed my cat, like a mother who’d tended many children. She had started by helping it get used to the water, dripping just a little on its paw and coat. Then she trimmed its long nails with gentle precision. "You'd make a good mother," I commented at last, relieved that she hadn’t spent the time prying into my outing with Alpha Viktor. Instead, she’d poured all her attention into pampering the cat like it was royalty.

Dan moaned, hips jerking. Kara stroked slowly, twisting at the head. Every upstroke, the pointed tips dragged along the underside of his shaft, sending electric shocks through his body. “Mmm, you feel that, baby? These nails were made for cock. So sharp. So fucking pretty on your cheating dick.” She dragged one single nail slowly up the frenulum, circling the leaking slit. Pre-cum oozed out; she smeared it around the head with the flat of her talon, making the purple crown glisten.

He picks the box containing the cat cufflinks up and shows them to me. “Mr. Nosrevi, let me introduce these to you.” he introduces, “These cufflinks are made of silver, crystal, laminars, and black amethysts. The name is The White Cats, designed and made by French jewellery designer, Antea Lizea. This is the one and only pair in the US.” The one and only pair in the US… Although I don’t know who Antea Lizea is, I do recognize Marie. Jamie loves Marie. He must love these cufflinks too. These cufflinks are absolutely going to impress him, aren’t they?

I gladly accepted them both. Next was a lioness. She had to have been in the camps for at least a couple years. That sad, tired look a lot of large cats got in captivity was in her nearly black colored eyes. I knew the feeling well. Her skin was a darker brown than Lynton’s and her head was cleanly shaved, I knew they did that to the ones who were more hazardous. They’d tranq them and shave their heads because it was too dangerous to send in a barber. I kissed her neck and welcomed Kacey into the harem.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

He didn’t grow as big, neither did he possess the noble aura of the White Fox lady, but he was no weakling. Although he wasn’t bigger than the White Fox, the Slender Cat was still a huge opponent. He towered over 50 meters. He was a large panther with black and red fur. His claws were dangerously sharp and his tail was as thin as the sword he was using before, although he had grown to such a size. It looked durable, and Mane was certain that it wasn’t a mere decorative tail like the White Fox’s. Just like the White Fox, he also had a crown on his head. But unlike the White Fox his crown gave him an air of savagery, not nobility. And Mane felt threatened by those deep red eyes.

His blue eyes met with hers halfway. “Well if it isn’t Mr. Grouchy.” She beamed. “Who let the farrel cat in?” He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. His nickname for her was cat because of her name being Caitlynn. His blue orbs were blank, as always. “No one did. The cat let herself in.” Caitlynn replied smoothly. “Swallow any more books and your head is gonna turn square shaped.” Blaise scowled. “In fact I’m starting to see some symptoms.”

CAT M'NOO cackled with her notoriously nasal laugh. Sympathy was offered by Lydia as the titters reverberated all through the room. CAT M'NOO was the leader of the catty girls' clique that hung around the casino, trying to catch herself a rich mafia husband and wasting her time bothering Kyoline's life. She went out of her way to belittle her almost the whole school she went to with her and it looked like she was determined to do the same thing now.