Cat Noir X Ladybug Novels & Stories

Charlotte, who had been strangely quiet throughout the entire journey, broke at the sight of Cathy. A choked sob escaped her lips as she lunged towards the bed. “Cathy,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. She sat by her side, gently clasping her hands as though afraid someone would take her away. The creature servant rose from where it had been perched, its hollow eyes almost lifeless as it scanned them one after the other before settling on Lorin. It inclined its head slightly acknowledging Lorin. Lorin returned the gesture before speaking.

Catherine was momentarily stunned. With a smile, she said, “Madam, I think you’re mistaken. My cat’s just a little too fat.” “I don’t think so. I bumped into your husband earlier and even asked him about it. Your husband admitted that the cat is pregnant.” “My husband?” Was the lady referring to Shaun? Indeed, Shaun would walk the cat occasionally. However, Fudge was not pregnant. “Madam, I’m sure you’ve mistaken someone else for Shaun.”

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.

“You are one naughty little kitten, aren’t you?” Amber smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Naughty, but yours,” Amber purred, pressing a playful kiss to the tip of Axel's nose. “Though if you keep calling me a kitten, I might start meowing instead of purring.” Axel laughed, rolling onto his back and pulling Amber with him so that she straddled his waist. “You're lucky you're so damn cute, Amber Davis,” he said, tracing a lazy finger down the curve of her spine. “But maybe, if you're a good little kitten, I'll let you out of class early so we can pick up where we left off last night.”

Usha frowned, “I’m not cute! I’m mighty! Can you bring me to my friend, please?” The lady seemed to be oblivious to his request, she kept scratching his chin. Usha couldn’t help but pur for a bit, it was a bit too comfortable for him. “Are you lost? I think I’ll take you home, kitty,” the lady said. Usha yowled, “I’m not a kitty!” He is a mighty cat! He’s really different from those silly little house cats! He struggled a bit, before finally came down from the lady’s hold, walking away with a huff.

In his hand was a beautiful white cat. Logan frowned again. What was that again? A cat? The long-furred white cat looked very cute. His eyes were bright blue. Around his neck was a collar with his name written on it. Lyon. Logan looked at the collar and grinned in amusement. "What's this cat for? Are you serious?" Logan scoffed. Hunter took the cat out of the servant's hand and held it. "Master, you must not insult the queen's gift. This cat is Queen Myrene's favorite. She gave it to you as a token of her love."

way on top of the roof. Always the curious, Anna carefully crawled her way out the window and climbed up the roof. There, she found the black kitten on the peak of the roof, sitting calmly and devilish eyes staring at the surroundings. Anna reached the peak of the roof and carefully sat beside the kitten. Heaving and feeling slightly cold from the wind, she hugged herself and looked down at the kitten, her eyebrows furrowing curiously as if trying to figure out what the cat was thinking of. But then, she realized, the cat's thoughts were far more than what she could predict and its eyes could see further than what she could ever seek. So Anna turned her head and pointed her gaze at the dist

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

With a frown, she walked over the door and then peeked inside the room. To her surprise, a white cat with pure sapphire eyes was leaning against the edge of the bath. There was a small towel tied on her head and next to her was a small bowl filled with red wine. “Magi, Magi, Magic… oh it’s so fun to turn that imprudent man into a frog,” Carla sang in a jolly tune. “I gotta turn those men into frogs with no princess kiss to get them back~” she seemed to be so busy with her own thoughts that she didn’t even pay attention to Levy and Lily who were peeking at her.

yet they made it worked. " You met all of them, who do you get along with the most?" I didn't even have to think about it, I just knew. " Allison" She started laughing and it was the most beautiful sound. "Ally Cat? Yeah, I have to admit she is easy to get along with. She hates conflict." And that was the truth, Allison is a creative little thing a couple of inches taller than Catalya. She has long pitch black hair with bright blue eyes, she is a fashion designer and her designs are incredible. Her pale skin is a complete opposite from her black hair, which gave her a more gothic look sometimes depending on her makeup. She has an hourglass figure with curves on all the right places, Collin