Cat Woman Novels & Stories

One of them knocked me forward with his bulging arm, calling me a female dog, under his breath in guttural Russian. In the silence that followed the click of the door, the woman eyed me slowly, her blood-red fingernails stroking the black cat I had initially not spotted, purring on her lap. I stared back at her, at her calculating blue eyes and ink-black hair that rippled down her expensive furs.

As a cloud passed over the moon, plunging them into deep darkness, he lowered his head, intent on capturing her mouth and finally tasting the lips of the woman who haunted his every waking thought and dream since the day he'd met her. Before they could touch, sharp claws raked his back and a heavy body tumbled him aside. Rolling to his feet, four of them as he changed back to his wolf, he wasn't quite quick enough to avoid another swipe of claws. Lucky him, he faced a very angry cat, a male cat who took offense at Chris seducing his woman. Couldn't really blame him, but it didn't mean Chris would roll over and bare his belly. Not if he wanted to win the woman who haunted him. He assessed his

(Cathy pov) My name is Cathy and I am an omega as the wolves call it, wolves that are tagged omega's are usually traitors, criminals and wolves with very low social standings. I was born into wealth but that didn't last long in my life,my father was an army general, yeah 'was' he died in battle... I think his death was planned by his fellow generals. After my father died the other army general did everything they could to take all my fathers wealth and left us with nothing...we hard to struggle to get by everyday afraid of being shamed and bullied. My life isn't something interesting I have been living as an omega for as long as I can remember, my life has been really hard it isn't filled wi

Catherine’s Pov ‘You’re stronger than this, Catherine.’ I said to myself for the hundredth time as I stood before the mirror in the bathroom, which I had been locked in for over an hour. My cheeks were wet with tears and I could see my chest heaving with how much breath I was sucking in at each passing minute. Regardless of that, I was still feeling out of breath. I stared down at my naked body and wondered what he’d think once he sees them tonight.

Thanks and love you. She pursed her lips, looking at the cat, wondering how that idiot could just abandon the animal like that. “I’m single and I have a cat. Does that make me a cat lady?” It meowed at her. “Of course, your majesty.” She muttered, sighing heavily as she pulled her knees close to her chest and leaned back against her wall.

She was really cute and I loved how fiery she could get, but I wasn’t sure that attitude sat well with my wolf. Vilkus loved his women submissive, fiery, feisty, he just didn’t do well with neither of those things and he could do extreme things when it came to bending them. I didn’t want the same fate for Cat and so I knew that it would be a huge fight between my wolf and myself trying to protect her from him, but it wasn’t the first time. One thing I was sure off, was that I wasn’t letting him chase this one away. ‘And how are you supposed to stop me Gwaine?’ He pushed through my mind, but I ignored him as always. My eyes now trained on Catherine that was starting to wake up.

Whatever was crawling in her veins was feline—evidenced by those claws and that tail, and the way her eyes changed. I tried to consider the differences between canines and felines, how that might affect her and… And then it suddenly coalesced in my head. Cara was a cat. And the Luna of a wolf pack. My mate was a kitten and soon she’d be hissing down dogs. The mental image that came with that was suddenly, uproariously funny to me. I convulsed trying not to wake Cara, trying to swallow the howls of laughter that wanted to come.

I don’t care how long it took, she would be mine. “Who says I’m interested?” I asked with high eyebrows as I turned to face him. “That look you get every time you see her. I might be old but I know what that look means,” he said with a soft smile. I guess I wasn’t as good at hiding my feelings or my thoughts like I figured I was. I wonder if she even noticed. I can tell you things about this woman that I have noticed since we have been here. Cat had a way with animals. She loves them and they love her. She sees as well as any human does, but she has heightened hearing and can smell almost as well as a werewolf. I’ve questioned if she was half-wolf but there was no way we would be able to tel

Thoughts. She had built a whole world out of them, piece by piece, in the quiet spaces between chores. In that world, he lingered a little longer when he spoke to her. He asked her questions—not just about the house, but about her. He smiled more. Sometimes, in her most reckless imaginings, he saw her the way she saw him. Not as employer and maid. But as something… else. The kettle whistled sharply, snapping her back to reality. Amara turned it off quickly, her heart beating just a little faster than it should.

"I am not a spy, I promise. I don't even know where I am!" But the lady did not look convinced. Cat tried to standup, to show her she had no weapons or gadgets and to explain further. But that was a stupid move, because the lady moved fast, hitting her on the forehead with the bottom of her gun. "Owhhh" This time, Cat cried out. Her horror increased when she saw blood dripping out of the open wound. "And that is the least harmful thing I am capable of." The lady said, pride dripping in her tone.