Catfight Stories Novels & Stories

"Don't gamble with your life just because you're pissed at Kevin! Get rid of that thing from God knows where, now!" I looked at the screen full of warnings and replied, "You're overthinking it. I didn't fight him. Am I the type to vent with violence?" The typing indicator on her end paused for a long time before a new message popped up: "Then how, exactly, did you blow off steam last night?" I replied nonchalantly, "Let's just say... the most primal way." We both fell silent. The underground fight club was a meat grinder with no rules. It was filled with undocumented people with nowhere else to go and abandoned kids who'd been sold off.

The room reverberated with the sounds of snarls and snarls, a symphony of fury and defiance. Kate launched herself at me from the side, her jaws clamping down on my hind leg. I howled in pain, but it only fueled my determination. With a swift movement, I shook her off, sending her crashing into a nearby wall. "You think you can defeat me?" I taunted, my voice laced with a primal ferocity. "I am stronger, faster, and more ruthless than either of you." But Vella wasn't about to back down. She charged at me, her teeth aiming for my throat. I countered with a swift swipe of my paw, claws leaving deep gashes on her shoulder. Blood dripped from her wounds, but she fought on, refusing to yield.

Miller said, giggling faintly. “That's a lot of bandages on your face and arm. How often were you in a fight?” Catherine mumbled as she struggled to hold in her laughter. “Well, I was made fun of a lot for being poor, so I got into fights often. I couldn't just let them call my dad and me awful names without teaching them a lesson.” Rome said, sounding a bit angry, but with a touch of sadness in his expression. Striving to change the subject, Catherine smiled and said, “Where's your baby picture? I want to see how cute you were as a child.”

“She’s not at school yet. But you don’t get to talk about her.” Cato chuckled darkly. “Oh? What, am I supposed to be afraid of a kid who isn’t even old enough to walk these halls?” Lucian’s eyes narrowed, the protective fire flaring up in his chest. “You’re playing with fire.” “Maybe,” Cato said, smirking wider, “but it’s your heads that’ll get burned.” The tension snapped. Before anyone could stop them, Phoenix and Lucian lunged forward, fists raised, the air crackling with raw energy as they clashed with Cato.

Our fall created a massive crater that kicked up dust and pieces concrete everywhere. Although I was engaged in battle, I still had my eyes on Katherine and the others and wanted to keep the damage to minimum. I didn't want anyone getting caught up in our fight. An upward kick from Me catapulted the wolf across the room. It managed to regain its footing and glared hatefully at me while I took the chance to catch my breath. I had never thought that a day would come when I would have to battle my own best friend to the death. Fate has never been nice to me, it shouldn't be a surprise that all this was happening.

Nicko and Gideon who heard that quarrel also dashed out bringing chairs and two cups of popcorn. “Such a long time I haven’t seen the most interesting cat fight like this,” said Nicko, his mouth was full of popcorn. Seeing the enjoyment of his best friends, Jaxon grabbed popcorns from Nicko’s hand. “Make a bet who is going to win?” asked Cornor, enthusiastically recording the women quarrel. He even tried different angles to get more fascinating result. “That tiny one is more aggressive than the other,” said Danny, giving a comment. “Five hundred bucks for petite,” Nicko handed out wad of hundred dollars from his wallet and then the rest also did the same. Even Fritz who was guarding the fenc

Nathan smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and said, “If it is a story that you want, then a story it shall be.” The couple moved to the bedroom, and once they were comfortable, Nathan began his story: “When I was sixteen, I had a cat that I liked very much. One winter day, the cat fell into the water. We thought that the cat was dead, but then a little girl jumped in to save it. Unfortunately, the cat still died. It froze to death.” “That’s a sad story.” There were tears in Crystal’s eyes. “I guess cats don’t have nine lives after all. What was its name?”

I have met Candi and I approve (not that my opinion counts much) but I have no idea who this other chick is that Colts obsessed with. Fox said he and Colt got into an argument over some chick named Angie. Honestly, I don't even remember her! But it looked like the guys did. I'm gonna assume that means she's older than us and was in their crowd. But if she was hanging out with them, wouldn't I have at least remembered her? “You wanna explain why you are fighting over a ghost?” my brother asked the most confusing question I've ever heard. Trey looked really confused about what the purpose of the fight was, especially for someone that had been gone for so long.

Derek yelled, oblivious to the tension in the room. I stepped forward and smiled. The air in the room dropped, and without realizing it, Derek took a step back. He knew without even realizing it; I was the biggest dog in this fight. “A Cath Báis is a fight to the death.” My grin turned predatory. Brandon reached for me and pulled me back a step, and Vince stepped between Derek and I. “Now.” He started. “I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Some people didn’t take the challenge for the free bill. Some did it because he—an outsider—had murdered a few of our best fighters from our Cathysia. They were very dissatisfied so they took that challenge.” The waitress sighed for the nth time and said, “That American is too scummy. Although everyone signed a waiver before each challenge, no one had been killed before. The fight stops when one of them yields. The worst-case scenario is just crippling someone. But this man… Ever since he came, he killed a lot of our people. He murdered them!” The waitress clenched her fists and gritted her teeth just by relaying the information she knew. When both countries were at war back then, each war