Cat Noir Novels & Stories

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

I groan and clutch my chest as if I might physically hold my heart together if I press hard enough. The kitten jumps onto my bed and starts clawing my pillow with violent enthusiasm. I wish I could claw that stupid Chloe whore like that. “Okay,” I mutter, voice breaking, “so I may be heartbroken on top of this insane flu bug. Sue me.” I point a finger at the cat’s nose. “But it’s HIS fault.” The kitten — Doom (I kept his shelter name) — stops mid-destruction and rubs his little butt all over the pillow he just assaulted. He stares at me with those predator-green eyes.

Never been so out of my mind that I haven’t planned at least ten steps ahead on how to get exactly what I want. If I spent one more second rubbing the kitten, she’s going to cum, and fuck if I’m not going to feel every spasm of it clamping me while she does it. I’m a Master, but have been with Rourke long enough I can fake the Daddy her rainbow hair, and shining innocence is screaming that she needs. While it was just an adaptation to fuck her brains out at first, this is different. She’s so much more little than pet. I read her eyes, her want, her quivering jaw as I pull out of the kiss, and the safe word all Nico’s people have is nowhere in it. A spell of lust, and glittering passion I alm

The calico cat’s tail suddenly flicked upward, and in the puddle at its feet, it traced out a perfect candlestick chart—its tail moved with a precision that seemed almost too deliberate. “Come home with me,” Takuto said without really thinking. The words left his mouth as he pulled open his raincoat. “I need a CFO.” The calico cat tilted its head, studying him for a moment before it darted suddenly into a nearby alleyway. Takuto, stunned for a second, followed quickly. When he reached the alley, the cat was already seated behind a makeshift “desk” created out of stacked cardboard boxes. The office was oddly professional, adorned with:

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.

So Carlo was right… Slamming down the thought of Carlo and his insults, I focus on the kitten. “Okay, let’s get a look at you, sweetie. Oh good, the burn isn’t as bad as it could be. You are so lucky. Ah, oops, you’re a girl.” I run my hands gently over the kitten, watching her for any reaction of pain to my touch. A sigh of relief leaves me when she doesn’t meow in pain. Studying her, she’s pure black, not a spot of color on her.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

The queen asked, pointing at the big cats that were laying quietly on the ground. Eunuch Sai laughed nervously. “Your Majesty. Those Ringotora are very agile and vicious. They are dangerous. It’s not cute at all, Ma’am.” The queen ignored him and walked closer to one of the rear Ringotora. “Ah, Your Majesty!” Eunuch Sai panicked and tried to stop her, but she was already very close to one. This one had its tail upper than the rest, as if it was standing straight, but it was swaying around calmly. The queen poked at the bushy end and the big cat sat straight while turning its head back. When it saw that it was the queen, the big cat meowed. It was heavier than ordinary house cats, and there w

'It's okay, you won't have to pay for one, Izzie's sister's cat's got fifteen litters and they're tryna give out as many as possible. Taissa's frown deepened. Even though she hadn't been about to complain of her financial status she was still surprised at what Naima said. It was almost as though she knew she was being threatened by insolvency. And here she was thinking the talk the other night had reassured her. Taissa spooned cream caramel into her mouth. 'That's not even the point. You can't have a kitten . . . or a cat because I'm an ailurophobe.'

"Misery loves company, my friend." Cat was wearing a thick collar of silver set with amethysts, similar to my necklace, and a bright purple ribbon was tied onto the base of her tail. She kept wagging it across the floor but the ribbon had been knotted so it wouldn't come undone and none of her efforts paid off. She gave a violent body shake; causing the collar to twist around. "I know just how you feel." I laughed. "It's time, Your Highness." Tiernan poked his head into the room, and his eyes widened when he saw me.