Cat Woman Novels & Stories

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

‎Coffee splashed slightly from the cup the other person was holding, but thankfully, it wasn’t hot enough to cause any real damage. ‎“Sorry,” the other person said shortly, her voice calm and controlled. ‎Cat looked up— ‎And paused. ‎The person standing in front of her was a woman. ‎But not just any woman. ‎There was something about her presence—something sharp, confident, and almost intimidating in a quiet way that didn’t need effort. She had a tomboy vibe, effortlessly cool, and if not for her curves, Cat might have mistaken her for a guy at first glance. ‎Before Cat could say anything else, the woman gave a small nod and walked away without another word, her steps calm and unbothered, as

The woman walked away, but fragments of her anger were left behind. And, using those fragments, Luna Takashi squatted in front of Catherine and smiled. “Catherine, I understand that you are in pain. But…” Her touch felt lethal as she pushed some strands of Catherine’s hair. “Can you not be too obvious? Lusting after the Alpha is a bad image for me.” Catherine was not one to take such insults. The last time, Takashi got away with it.

It was a purr. “What the—” I froze as Katia’s fingers scratched behind my ears. And stars help me, it felt good. Too good. My eyelids fluttered before I realized I was leaning into it, a rumbling vibration rolling from my chest. “Excuse me,” Agnes tried again, louder this time. But Katia was smiling down at me like I was the most precious thing in creation. My pride shriveled while my heart melted. This woman was dangerous. “Selene,” she said softly, “I’m not upset with you. I understand why you turned my mate into a… cat. But how long will he be like this?”

On the second knock, the door opened. A woman appeared, silver hair pulled into a no-nonsense bun, square glasses perched on her nose, and a cat lounged around her shoulders. She didn't look elderly, not quite. More like the kind of woman who could still hike a mountain or give a teenage boy a run for his ego in a denim contest. "Can I help you?" Her tone wasn't unkind. The cat narrowed its eyes at me as though it had a badge and I was under arrest.

We're still winning. We are, technically. But Mike's sharper these days. Not stronger—just... better trained. Beta training is a privilege and a responsibility. And an annoying advantage when your older brother has been drilled in strategy and control while you've been drilled in "try not to kill each other in the basement." I'm Catherine Evans. Cat to everyone who knows me. KitCat to my family, because apparently they're incapable of letting go of anything cute and humiliating. I turned eighteen earlier this year—and finally got to shift into my wolf.

As they got in, she did not turn back but instead talked to them. “I take it that you brought what I asked for” she said as she turned her chair, which made them realize that she was holding to a cat all the while. The cat was black, with black irises that gave one creeps. Looking at the skin exposed at her collar bones made them realize that she was indeed old. She stood from the seat and walked towards them while holding the cat, which purred softly as she stroked it. “Yes, I do. They are the ones that have the special combination to make this work. I have searched and in the entire world they are the only ones who have mated human and wolf and had a viable offspring.”

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."

Is this the way they treat my customers? Looking at Catherine, I can't help but remember the way she handled the situation, forgiving him even though he humiliated her. It touched my heart deeply. All the women I have been with would have taken out their revenge and humiliated him more, were they in her position. But Catherine, she is different. "Adam" she called, her voice snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yes?" "Why are you smiling?" Looking at her beautiful face, I smile even more "Because of your kind heart"