Catscratch Novels & Stories

Lucian. Scarlett had deliberately asked me to reject her in the presence of Stasia because she knew I couldn't. She wanted to hurt Stasia. I knew it was normal for her to feel jealous of Stasia. Scarlett was my fated mate after all; the mate bond compels her to, but that was low of her. She, of all people, knows that I feel nothing for her, yet she had to stir shit up. It took a lot of effort to bring Stasia to live with me, and I knew I would have hell to pay. Clay and Maxwell would be livid that I let Stasia come stay with me. My wolf, Tiger, was already giving me a tough time about it. He wanted Scarlett, but I could not accept a tainted whore as my mate. I did not know why the moon godde

"It is!" I glance to the fire pit and retrieve my own matching cup to get a better look at the image. In the middle, two pieces of text arch to form an almost circle. The top piece reads "Tom's Tiki Lounge" while the bottom lists a website for Tom's. The middle of the circle is the most amazing. Smack dab between the two font arches, in full color, is a picture of a grey striped tabby cat sitting upright. Trey turns his own cup to see what I'm so excited about. "It's a cat?"

,I snuck a cookie. "hello Jonathan ",I freeze cookie halfway to my mouth as a voice I haven't heard in years spoke. "hello Scarlett, I watched Kat look up in question, why are you calling",she sighed. "I'm calling because I need a pack to go to for awhile, my spidey senses went off and before I could stop myself I was agreeing, I have a pup and the dad left us",Fury snorted she is obviously lying.

I correct and his pupils dilate in shock. "Oh, I… I knew that, I just thought you saw it the other way round." "No, I see it just like you do. The thing is that Catania is a stealer and you know the kind of pheromone she emites. that's what's making me doubt her!"

Kitty exclaimed when she realized what she was about to do. “Cheryl no what?” Cassie asked, confused. “Cheryl here is a hacker. She almost got in trouble with the authorities a few years ago when she hacked into the security cameras and messed with the stop lights,” Kitty explained. “What?” Cassie was in shock. “Yeah, and I almost got away with it if it wasn't for my big-mouth brother.” Cherry rolled her eyes while she typed. MITCH BROWNPAW BORN: March 1st, 1996

Instead, it jumps on top of me and starts clawing at my hair, scratching my face. “Ouch!” I jerk up from the couch at once. “Oww! Oww! Oww! Get off me, you little beast!" I shout, flailing my arms wildly. The cat, however, digs in its claws deeper, hanging on like a furry spider monkey. I'm yelling and turning around in the living room, trying to shake the demonic creature off. I should never have gotten close to it. What was I thinking? This creature belongs to an Everhart!

Catherine clapped her hands twice and called out. Immediately, the snake slithered over to Catherine and swiftly coiled itself around her arm. Lysia shuddered slightly at Catherine’s pet. She understood her best friend’s unusual interests—keeping snakes and her fondness for reptiles. But those creatures were Lysia’s nemesis. However, today, she needed to put on a little show, and the California Kingsnake would play a crucial role.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

It still had the power to shake me. I scratched Butters’s head. He gave a soft meow and pushed closer to my cheek. “You’re lucky you can’t talk, Butters. Otherwise, I’m sure you’d be calling me sweetheart too.” My mind wandered back to Claudia. Her stare, her calm threats, delivered like she was reading a grocery list. UrbanNest. Abuelo. Words that dug deep, pressing all the way to the bone. “I’m trapped,” I muttered. The only ones listening were the cats.

I drift off to sleep, the wine warming me, the TV flickering quietly. Then—shattering glass. I jolt upright. A dark figure stands in my living room, silhouetted against the city lights streaming through the window. The TV casts strange shadows across the walls. My wine glass lies tipped over, crimson spreading across the carpet. The figure steps forward—not Vex, but a man with a tattoo crawling up his neck: a mantis. “Daddy sent me with a message.” He moves closer, something metallic glinting in his hand.