Catfished Stories Novels & Stories

"You pulled three all-nighters preparing for the bar exam, and I spent all three days with you on voice chat. You ran a high fever one day, so I ordered you takeout—you told me it was the most comforting chicken noodle soup you had ever eaten, Yvonne." He then turned to "MoonShadow" and said, "Who spent the entire night grinding monsters with you when you had that argument with your mother and left home? Who else but me knows the story behind the scar on your left wrist, 'MoonShadow'?" Henry rattled off every intimate detail from their chats as if they were precious gems. He even disclosed the name of the pet dog owned by "MiracleTouch." He had secretly gathered all this intelligence during

Thinking of this, I wrote, "Lenny, I'm about to lose my job. So, I'm definitely not in the same boat as you, who's getting a year-end bonus. I'd love to go back with you, but I really can't afford to split the fare, nor am I shameless enough to tag along." The "typing" indicator showed for quite a while. Then, Lenny replied, "I'd like to help cover your share too, but my bonus is just enough for me to buy my parents new clothes." After I said I understood, he stopped sending messages. When I got home late after working overtime, Bebe, my cat, meowed at me. I cradled her in my arms. "You're my little princess, Bebe. But I don't have the money to let you ride in a Maybach. I can only send you

Levi asked with interest. “You don't really wanna know about that.” Kat chuckled. “Try me.” “I'll tell you on the way. We've been talking for too long, it's past nine.” Kat said, getting up. “Oh yeah, that's true. But you still owe me a story of how you got catfished.” Levi reminded, packing his laptop. “If you treat me to a seafood boil over the weekend.” Kat said jokingly. “Deal?” “Deal!” Kat turned and headed for the door. “I'll be waiting downstairs.”

Mike pointed at one of the milk jugs and saw it moving around in the water. "Looks like we got at least one," he said. Matt nodded and aimed for the distant shore. They began to check the line, reeling it around an old Styrofoam block. They came back to the dock as the girls began to file out of the house and Mike stepped on to the dock, holding a stringer full of catfish. There were three channel catfish, two yellow catfish, and one large blue catfish. They'd tossed the turtle that had decided to snack on one of their larger grasshoppers back into the water. The girls cheered as Mike headed over to the tree behind the cabin to clean the fish as Matt tied up the boat.

Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous. However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over. When she came back, we launched our design studio. I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight. On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up. I called over and over, but got nothing. Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home. The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.

Maybe sometimes it sat beside the fire and passed stories from one generation to the next. The conversation continued long after breakfast should have ended. Nobody seemed particularly concerned about that fact. At some point additional tea appeared. Then more food. Then somehow another story. Selene lost track of exactly when morning began drifting toward afternoon. Not that she minded. For once, nobody seemed in a hurry to be anywhere else. Even Theron. Which was perhaps the greatest miracle of all. "You left out the fishing incident." Orion immediately looked toward Quilan. "You were not there." "I heard about it." "Everyone heard about it," Aldric said."Because somebody told everyone." A

“Yеаh bud. Wе ѕtауеd оut for dауѕ, didn’t саtсh anything untіl thе lаѕt dау. It wаѕ a bіt of tоrturе, but hе еvеntuаllу tаught mе to саtсh, gut аnd clean a fіѕh. Hе even tаught me the knоtѕ." "It wаѕ a good first trip. I’ll nеvеr fоrgеt it. Twо men trуіng to conquer nature for a solid wееk аnd the fіѕh just wеrеn’t bіtіng. Whеn I finally got a lіnе out… I tell ya, I nearly wet mу раntѕ!”

It’s already planning all the ways I’m going to stretch that pussy out soon. By the end of the day she’s “accidentally” brushed her ass against me twice more. Told me more fake sad stories about her ex. But I can tell there’s something she’s hiding behind those tears. Something dirty. And I want to fuck it out of her.

KATRINA I spent the next thirty minutes of my life—not sure if I wasted it—listening to Kane and the kids’ explanation of how they found the kitten. It was a little unbelievable and I wanted to conclude that they went to get it and then came up with this bizarre story but when I look back at my life, I’m not someone to not believe the most implausible things. They were fishing and had stashed their wooden buckets with loads of fish. When they were done, Aurora and her siblings loaded their catches into the car not too far from there and rode home.

“One of our soldiers took in a pregnant stray—more accurately, his wife did. The timing was too perfect.” Hugging the kitten, my emotions overtook me. I smiled up at my husband with fresh tears in my eyes. “I’ve always wanted a cat.” I spun toward my brother and sister. “Remember Bell?” Cat nodded with a grin. “Catalina,” Dante said, “told me that story when you were missing.” “Oh.” My eyes opened wide. “My passcode.” Dante nodded. “I promised you to make your dreams come true. I have about fifty years to work on more.”