Catwoman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Did you really think you could fool everyone? That your little charade of playing alpha would work forever?" She circled me slowly, like a wolf circling wounded prey. I turned to keep her in sight, my back pressing against the cool marble wall. "You came here with lies," Catherine continued, her voice dropping to a venomous hiss. "Claimed to be an alpha. Seduced my fiancé with whatever cheap omega tricks you possess. And you thought there would be no consequences?" "I didn't seduce anyone…"

“The prophecy of Kaia ruling fiercely alongside Kira has returned to me unchanged. I have a feeling something will happen at this Convergence, something none of us even thought about before.” “You’re supposed to be my calm, not the raging tide sweeping me under,” I grumble, sighing and leaning back in my office chair. But Caterina simply chuckles, then gets from my lap and sits on the desk in front of me. “I can always make you forget for a little while, Alpha,” she says, her tiny little black dress riding up to reveal those delicious thighs I love sinking my teeth into. Not even waiting for a second opinion, I ravage my Goddess right on my office desk as the entire world falls away.

And my little vixen was improving tremendously. Catherine , as she had been ever since, would always excel at something she put her heart into. I didn’t doubt she would be a skilled warrior if she wanted to, and definitely an exceptional Beta Female. “You need to tell me I’m the one you’re thinking of because your eyes are sparkling.” Her sweet, alluring voice snapped me from my thoughts of her, and my mouth tugged into a smug smirk, my arm coiling around her waist as I pulled her closer. “Or if not, lie to me… and say it’s me.”

"Bad about what? That I can change into the first golden jaguar to ever join the tribe? I actually like it more and more every day." "So, that's it? You're going to be catwoman for life?" "As far as I know." "You know, most families have a black sheep." Carlie tossed her head. "I always did like to do things a little different." "That you do, but if you think I'm cleaning out any litter boxes ?" A laugh bubbled out of her sister. "Don't you dare start getting me catnip for Christmas." A mischievous grin pulled at Ruth's lips. "How about a windup mouse?"

“I was just a project to her, some crazy child that she couldn’t shake off and so decided to train into a mini her. Like one of those evil villains training their protégés to continue with their plan for world domination.” I looked at her from her head down. Okay, color me confused as fuck. “is that what she told you?” I asked. “That she’s trying to mold you into her successor or whatever?” “Yeah.” She said. “And Kitty never lies.” “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Cath definitely lied to you. You two are like batman and Harlequin side by side. Believe it or not, you’re nothing like her and I don’t think she had any plans whatsoever of ordering you to stop looking like something the

I felt her whimper, her body leaning back into mine for a split second before she caught herself. I’d never had this kind of pull over a woman. Not even Arcie. Arcie had been my mate, but Catherine... Catherine was something else entirely. She was a rogue, a mystery, and a challenge all wrapped into one perfect package. I helped her step out of the dress and then stepped back, letting her head into the bathroom alone. I sat on the bed and tried to scroll through some emails on my phone, but I couldn't focus. All I could hear was the sound of the shower turning on.

Pulling her close, I tapped her thighs and she instantly got the message and roped her legs around my waist, as I led us to the bed. Placing her on the bed, I took off my bathrobe and flung it carelessly while she unbuttoned her shirt with quivering hands, her eyes glinting with an intense fire of lust. Fuck, Catherine was so sexy and unreal. “I missed you so much,” She whispered. “To the extent that I was really contemplating on getting a dildo made.” A chuckle rippled out of me. “Really?” “Yeah, that was how bad it was,” Catherine replied. “I have been affected by your nymphomania.” She teased, and I laughed again before capturing her lips with mine while freeing her from the frustrating e

I’m here because I keep my promises. The room went silent. No one spoke to Lady Catherine Thorne like that. Damian stepped forward, but before he could intervene, the old woman let out a dry, sharp cackle. She has claws, Catherine said, looking at Damian. I thought you’d picked a mouse, but you’ve brought home a cat. Good. You’ll need those claws to survive this family, girl. Catherine waved a hand, dismissing them, but her eyes lingered on Aara with a new, dangerous curiosity.

Catherine is wiping tears from her eyes, smiling so brightly the wrinkles around her mouth are showing. "Recognizing your other mate, are you?" Catherine asks as she walks further away from us; her high heels are clip-clopping again the asphalt, and her red velvet dress makes her look dramatic. "Isn't he beautiful?" A low rumble vibrates my throat as I feel Jenna's anger growing within her like a pit of fire. Catherine is stroking a hand over the werewolf's dark coat, smiling when it lowers its muzzle into her waiting hands like an obedient pet.

~Katia~ Sam walked into my room at ten PM without knocking. She never knocked when something was urgent. She put her phone in my face and let me read the headline myself. Windsor Wife Claims Catwoman Identity — Exclusive. There was a photograph of Delia in a borrowed racing suit, smiling at every camera like she had spent her life earning the right to stand in front of one. The article was three paragraphs long and quoted her directly. Some people call me Catwoman. Between us.