Catfishing Stories Novels & Stories

Tell me, is that not the funniest thing you've ever heard? The catfolk attendants chuckled darkly, emboldened, and closed in again. "You almost fooled us," one jeered. "You think just saying it makes it true?" "You expect us to be that stupid?" Their rough claws tore at my clothes. One cat attendant, unsatisfied, sank its teeth into my arm and gnawed with relish. "Mmm… Tender. Just as I thought—a carp's flesh is exquisite!" I shrieked in agony, thrashing against their grip, but they were too strong. I couldn't break free.

There! A black cat with green eyes was lounging on the windowsill talking to me. Actually, it never opened its mouth, but somehow, I was hearing him loud and clear. “Not a cat. I’m a fisher and I do have a name, it’s lord Chan. Use it.” The cat er fisher swung its head in the air with disdain. Before I could process the fact that I could now communicate with a feline telipathically, -never mind how it got into my room- there was a timid knock on my door.

“A week before that, Tosha and I went fishing. We’d gone hungry for a full week again, starving ourselves so Cassia could eat, stealing some of the milk our neighbor pumped for her son so we could feed Antov, but we couldn’t go on like that. We wanted to try fishing even though we knew nothing about it. All we knew how to do was steal… when you grow up the way we had, you didn’t have any other choice. However, we saw the forbidden. In our town, we knew of a very secret group of men we thought to be giants or government people always training in the snow, not too far away from their massive steel building. The first thing we heard was a loud pop, followed by the thud of a body dropping in the

My name is Sophia Lucci, and this is how I catfished my husband and his supposed girlfriend. We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

Standing next to the river I am finishing gathering the fish I have tossed onto the bay, completely naked the air breezes past my bits making a chill go through me. Quickening my pace I gather the fish that I caught onto the rope i put it through their mouths and loop it through the gills of the catfish. Glancing around I feel like something is coming, not dangerous but something is going to happen kind of feeling. Another breeze across the rippling blue river sends another chill down my body, I have better shift into Gypsy before I end up sick. Tying the rope into a tight not i shift back into Gypsy and take the rope into our mouth. The catfish dangling as the rope gets pulled up, swings ba

The water wasn't deep, but I dared not think of swimming because the first time I tried that, I almost drowned. "There are different fishes in this water," Killian began lecturing me as he set up his mattress by the shore, dropping all his luggage on the mattress when he was done. "Do you have any best fish?" He asked me. "The goldfish," I replied quickly. "I have only seen it once, but it was really beautiful to see." "Mine is the catfish," he said. "I love the taste when dried. I doubt there's any other fish close to it in tastiness."

“No freaking way that was you!” “Yes, freaking way.” He lifted his arm and rubbed a hand over it. “You should’ve seen how torn up my arm was from its teeth. I had to shift to heal it.” “Oh,” she scrunched her nose, “you stick your arm down the catfish’s throat to catch them?” “Of course. What’s your definition of noodling? Cooking gallons of spaghetti?” She threw a piece of roll at him. “No, of course not. We cats have finesse and speed. We don’t have to choke the damn things.”

Hearing Mandy's confession made me shake. I hadn't realized Wade had talked about me like that to her. No wonder she'd looked at me with that strange contempt all those times. That day, she'd posed as Levi from property management, sent the message to lure me to the garage, and then locked the emergency exit. She'd only meant to scare me—but the water rose so fast, trapping me in minutes. Afraid of what she'd done but desperate to see Wade's reaction, Mandy had staged that ridiculous "cat stuck in a tree" stunt, calling Wade to come rescue her. It bought her half an hour—just enough time to make sure he'd arrive too late to save me.

“You probably saw it online.” Ivan smacked his forehead. “That’s it! I did see these! Don’t tell me…” Realization dawned on Ivan, and he turned to Layla in disbelief. “No way. You’re the one who took those photos?” “Who else? Just think about the username.” While Carter was distracted by their conversation, William reeled in another catch—a striped bass breaking the water’s surface. Carter threw his head back and groaned. “What the hell? Two lines in the water, and the fish only bite his hook?!”

“Camila, must you always talk about work? We’re here to cheer up our friend, not discuss business.” Tessa chuckled softly. “Did you come empty-handed, or are those for me?” Camila handed her the roses. “These are for you.” Jamie presented the chocolates with a flourish. “And these. But wait, there’s more—I bring fresh gossip!” Tessa’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Spill it, Jamie.” He hesitated, then confessed, “I’m in a relationship with catfish account online. They’ve been sending me gifts and treats, but we’ve never met.”