Cat Pervert Novels & Stories

"They loved each other and most importantly they loved each of us equally. Even though my father and I were so different from each other that didn't mean that he treated me any differently than he treated my sister and brother. Matter of fact, I was the spoiled child, again because of my cancer. I think they had this fear that I would die because werewolves aren't supposed to get sick. We're supposed to be immune to any kind of sickness, so the fact that I was diagnosed with cancer already told my family enough about how much weaker I was of a wolf compared to them. I was mommy's little boy and we did everything together. I would go with her to her book clubs, sit with the ladies and gossip

"Don't use foul language!" "I use foul language?" Catherine sneered. "When he was young, you all bullied Cato because he had no power. Finally, when he obtained evidence, that shameless old rat, Bob Alter , plotted against him. Not only did he lose the evidence, but people also tried to kill him! Tigers don't eat their cubs, but is Bob Alter even human? He's a filthy rat, a louse in the gutter, forever avoiding the light!" "Catherine! You, you!"

Realizing I was all alone here to save my dignity, I grabbed the glass of whiskey with my shivering hands that he placed before me on the table and intended to splash it on that pervert’s face before beating him to a pulp. But before resorting to violence, I tossed an angry sneer at him to give my first and last warning, “Sir, get your hands off me, right now. Can’t you see, I am a fuckin’ man? Keep your vulgar compliments to yourself, I find them disgusting!” “Ohh, haha…I especially have a particular infatuation towards furious kittens like you.” But instead of taking my warning seriously, that pervert leaned a little close to me before he whispered cryptically in my ears.

--- **Kate’s POV** What the heck is this man doing here? I know this motherfucker is not a good man. He’s just another creep, a pervert who watches me pee. I can't take this! "What the hell do you think you're doing... in the women's toilet?" I yell at him, my voice trembling with rage and disgust.

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

“Thankfully, I’m not a cat.” Gerri laughed. “No you’re not. Speaking of pussies, what do you think of them? Can you see yourself ever stroking one?” She didn’t know where the conversation had turned weird. “I… What?” “Feline shifters.” Gerri’s grin widened. “It’s really quite fun to mess with you.” Yeah. A real riot. “I have nothing against any shifter. Bring on the pussy.” Gerri gave a sharp nod. “I love an adventurous woman.”

The man’s eyes were filled with even more lust as he tried to put his hand on her waist. Just then a muscular arm held the pervert’s hand and twisted it. The pervert winched in pain struggling to break free. “Who the fuck are you? I’m warning you mind you’re on business.” “How dare you touch my woman? Do you have a death wish, motherfucker?” Darren twisted the pervert’s arm, breaking it like a twig. The pervert screamed at the top of his lungs, his face distorted by pain. “Ah… I am sorry, I don’t do it again. Please let me go.” He pleaded.

“ That was strangely specific “ says the voice, that voice that has been troubling my mind all day. I want to die. That's right, today is for sure my last day of life, I wonder, how is it possible for a single human being to be so unlucky as this? I breathe in and out loudly before I pluck up the courage to turn to him. There is a smile, almost imperceptible, something I never thought he was capable of, a small smile that distorts everything in my brain and makes my tongue freeze, all I can do is watch. I have to agree with Karen sometimes, he is too hot. “ Sir... “ I start to speak, but he interrupts me with his hand. “ What have I said about calling me sir? “ he replies between his teeth,

Kat noticed his fangs had descended. She downcast her eyes. “What the hell have I done now?” Ruben rubbed his eyes with one hand. “You told me you were owned by Basille?” “Yes…” She frowned in confusion. “So why did that great oaf of a giant fucking demon call you pet of the Overlords…Lordsssss!” Ruben emphasised the s with a fierce hiss. Kat flinched and folded her arms, hugging herself as she looked at the floor horrified. Ruben thought she looked suddenly very vulnerable and afraid…afraid of him?

Did you buy a cigarette? Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what is it like for yourself? And Tom can’t be patronized ... he should be punched in the face at least for allowing a filthy pervert to steal Kitty like some kind of thing ...