Cathy Cakes Fanfic Novels & Stories

"You should have seen his face! He turned bright red and literally threw the key in my face." I spent the whole day with Cathy, and she even cooked me a nice homemade meal, stating I would get some sort of cancer if I kept eating junk food. She literally called it rotten food. She helped me clean my bedroom and dressed me in even shorter blue shorts and a thin red tank top, claiming it was like a hundred degrees outside—which was absurd considering how partly cloudy it was. She braided my hair into a fishtail. Cathy was really wild. I already figured that out the day I met her. She was beautiful, open, fun, and outgoing. Today I learned she was 19, liked horror movies just like me, loved coo

“Cathy, I need a maid of honor and I’d like my sister to be there. Creighton is sending his plane to pick up Nana and Papa, and you if you can get that chip off your shoulder long enough to see that I have grown up, and I am capable of making up my own mind. I'd really like you to be there with me.” “I cannot believe you’re speaking to me like this,” Cathy said, anger and insult drowning her words. “I’m your sister. I’ve known you our whole lives. You’ve only known this jerk a week and you’re abandoning everything you love; your job, your family, your home and for what? A fantasy lover who will leave you alone and crying while he’s out screwing some other innocent young tourist.”

I was given a beating of my life, for attempting to run away days before my wedding, and Zander who felt guilty for being the one who had suggested I run away, had been unable to stop apologizing. Mum had been extremely appalled that I hadn’t eagerly agreed to be a sacrificial lamb for her life and my elder brother’s, and she hadn’t hesitated to make that known to me. “You’re such a selfish child, Catherine.” Mum had said when she came to my bedroom that night. “Please leave.” I whispered with so much venom in my voice. I sobbed myself to sleep that night, after I had made sure my door was thoroughly locked, to prevent my elder brother from paying me an unwanted visit.

he raised his brows and touched her cheeks, leaning nearer to her. "Don't touch me, you jerk" Kathy jerked his hands off her trying to control herself to stand firmly. "Do you know I like wild kitties? Taming her will be a wild hunt in the bed as compared to the obedient one. I hope you are the same in bed too. I want to fuck that wild pussy of yours," he said with his fiendish smile as he inclined nearer to her face, licking and sniffing her hair. Kathy was exceptionally irate and needed to break away from the man. Because of the drug, she could not use any strength. But Kathy felt disgusted with his touch and with all her strength she threw the glass jar on his head.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

At eight in the morning, Cathy had just finished washing up and returning to her room from the bathroom when she happened to see a text message pop up on her mobile phone, which she picked up to find it was from Felix. Felix had messaged her almost every day since they had reunited on the day of the banquet, they hadn't talked about anything very important, just small talk about interesting things in life and work. Because Carter said to her after the party that she could be at ease with Felix and could see Felix as another brother, Cathy was also very relaxed with Felix, and she treated Felix as the same being as Carter, Kyle, and Eric. So when she saw the invitation from Felix, Cathy said

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth. I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws. "Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..." Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained. "Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

Catherine's POV: “Uhm... Just a second!” I yelled loud enough for him to hear. He stopped knocking and seemed to be waiting patiently outside my door. All of a sudden, I recalled how he expertly fuck fingered me on the bed earlier in the day, making me feel so hot and sticky inside my cave again. My hand abruptly slap me across my right cheek, pulling me out of those lewd thoughts that were increasing my arousal for Drake. I sigh. There is no way I could mate with Drake, unless...

Catherine took in a sharp breath and decided to snap out of the dirty thoughts. "You never failed to remind me that I'm no good for him, and yet, look at him. Won't you just be too proud to give him a clap? He fucking cheated on me." Cassian didn't say anything. Soon enough, Catherine grew tired waiting for whatever his reply would be, she just decided to finally lean back on the passenger seat and just relax. One thing's for sure, she doesn't know what will happen after this. She doesn't even know what has gotten in her that made her go with him, but she doesn't care anymore. She would even be thankful if he'd take her life at any given moment. It's just that... she doesn't have any will to

Catherine's POV Melinda asked tentatively, "Cathy, do you have feelings for Harley?" I was stunned when I heard what she said. "No. What makes you ask?" "I just felt that you cared about him a lot. Cathy, if King Blake finds out, will he be jealous?" Melinda immediately said. I replied seriously, "I swear. I don't have feelings for Harley. I just want to help him as a friend. Of course, if Blake knew about this, he would be angry. That's why I want to ask you to help me invite Harley."