Cat Woman Novels & Stories

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

Nick sneered with a disgusted expression. Troy strongly agreed. "Yes, women are vicious. I really regret being with my current mate. My former mate was so nice and not greedy at all. She was gentle and considerate. Elena, on the other hand, is like a vampire, sucking up all my money. I regret being with her." As if talking about sad things, Troy burst out crying. "Was Catherine brought up by your former mate?" Nick suddenly asked out of curiosity. Troy wiped his tears. "Yes, she can't have children. So, she treated Catherine like her own and loved her very much. Catherine looked like her, sensible and gentle. Now, she has changed and become a strange person to me."

I see her eyes flick in my direction before returning to the lake in front of us before she asks. “The shift is the only thing scaring you, is it, sweetheart?” I lower my eyes and take a shuddering breath. “No, it’s not…” I take another shuddering breath and continue before she can ask. “WereCats are not like WereWolves. Werewolf females go into their heat after meeting their mate and when in heat they only want to mate with their mate, however, when a WereCat shifts she goes into her first heat and she doesn’t care who or what male mates with her as long as she gets the relief their touch and fluids supply…”

Maria bathes the cat, looks at the nametag hanging from its collar, and sighs, “Your name is Eny? …Aren't you a male cat?" The fat cat tilted its head, meowing freely for two hours, that's right, Eny is a male cat, pregnant like a female cat, a pregnant male cat!

As usual, I stepped away from her cell, turning to leave for my chambers when I bumped into General Catalina, the fiercest and ruthless ruler of the north boundary, a woman of few words. I bowed, and he returned the pleasantry. I lifted my eyes to behold her dark pair of eyes, they were full of darkness. Sometimes I'm left to argue and convince myself that General Catalina isn't a pure werewolf. The snake's tattoo on her body and face always gave me goosebumps. She strode past me, towards the slave's cell. I trembled and turned only for our gaze to honed. I bowed and hurried away. I'm never allowing anyone in this palace to know my weakness.

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.

The moment the woman’s eyes met mine, she froze, her shoulders sagged and she bursted into tears, slipping into the arms of the man who stared at me in horror. For the second time, what the fuck was going on. The woman from earlier, moved towards me, reaching for my hands and her face curved into a smile. “Adira, right?” I bobbed my head. “Yes, Adira” A grin split her face. “I am Katie and you are welcome to the Beastly Shadow Pack—“ The moment she uttered those words, my heart turned cold in my chest, the name of the pack rattling consistently in my head before my eyes widened in shock.

Cat laughed, “They are a little different than most, and you can ask whatever you want. I’m not embarrassed, and they are perfectly legal. First, I am an alternative model. It sounds weirder than it is, but because of my tattoos, that is how it is described. It is clear that I will not be featured in the JCPenney catalog, but I am preferred for certain clothing and accessories, as well as shoots specifically about tattoos. The other job is a little harder to explain. I am a dominatrix, but I am strictly hands-off. Some men like to be intimidated and controlled, and I just seem to have that presence.” “The modeling would explain why you can have two hours of sleep in three days and still look

My fur stood on end as I saw the humans and their dogs advancing. Two men lunged forward, dragging me and the cats outside. Vicky produced a whip from somewhere, yanking my chin up roughly. "Everyone else pays for protection. Why should you be any different? Trying to cheat me?" I turned my face, stubborn. "I don't need your protection." Vicky laughed as if I'd just said the funniest thing in the world. "And who's going to protect you then? These useless things?" She tossed the cats to the ground and kicked them like balls.

"As of this morning. More coming, by the looks of the forums." I looked at the screen for another moment. At this woman, this perfectly ordinary woman who had decided that Catwoman was a costume you could put on with enough confidence and the right filter, I felt something move through me that was not quite anger and not quite amusement and was entirely, specifically its own thing. Eight years.