Romans & histoires Catwoman Fanfiction

Tawnie grabbed Katarina’s neck, easily lifting her off the ground. “You’re a bad kitty,” she purred. “And after I eat that little rat, who’s trying to hide from me in my own tunnels,”—she called out loudly, making sure said rat would hear her—“I will be taking a pound or two of flesh from your little mate. I lost my mate, and now you will too. But it will be done slowly. I want you to watch as I take piece after piece from him until he welcomes death like an old friend. Maybe then you will do your job!”

she began, "Having claws for starters. Being able to climb a tree so quickly is a result of those claws. Also, I've heard you purr in your sleep for a while now. This is the reason I could never allow any sleepovers with the other girls on your team." She took a deep breath, and continued listing my abilities. "I don't know if you've noticed yet or not, but werecats are typically quick learners and very agile. You have always been good at school and sports. And..." she paused here and narrowed her eyes, "After today's behavior you are oviboulsy able to transfer your thoughts.....that was completely unacceptable by the way!" "I know, I'm sorry, I didn't know it would really work." I let m

No doubt, no guild, no hopelessness, no shit. Don’t give up, when you can give in to me. Don't let her ruin our perfect symbiosis. A pained moan escapes my lips as my human brain pulls up a picture of her. Cathwulf. My Cat, my mate. The wolf howls a painful howl, he wants to run free to get rid of the images plaguing him. Fuck ! I can’t do it any longer, not like this. But the damn wolf is relentless. It turns my body around and I reluctantly have to see my legs seek back to the beach.

I catch sight of the most unusual colored wolf ever. Silver coated. A match to my good coat. It's to slow down my wolf so as not to spook her but he ignores me and just runs straight into her, knocking her over. To my surprise, the will gets back on her feet and growls. At me. An Alpha. This is interesting. CATHERINE. "Are you trying to kill me?" I scream internally at my wolf. "He knocked us over," she snarls. I am put aback by her response. Not specifically at the words but at the tone underneath the anger.

Jasmine's POV. Life had been good, especially after my step-sister, who had gone to change her face through plastic surgery and pretended to be another person so that she could just get closer to Mr blackwood and get rid of him, was thrown behind bars. Cross and Donovan, who were also working together, had infinite jail sentences. My stepmom was also caught while she was trying to cross the country and flung behind bars too. It made me happy that everything was finally falling into place.

I said, folding my hands under my breath as I leaned on one foot. "You have done enough, Harley; you can't have him. He is my mate, and he loves me like crazy, even if he gets stupid at times,” She said in a harsh tone. I had never seen Catherine angry before. "You tried to kidnap my kids, you kidnapped me, and you even killed Jack, for fuck sake,” She said, almost yelling, and I stood there surprised; why the fuck does she think I killed Jack? It wasn't even my idea.

The task was so easy. " Btw my name is Catalina Brown. Not kitty. " She replied before going out of the room. " You are a kitty to me. It doesn't make much difference though. Cat-lina.. kitty.. cat. Sounds similar enough. " He laughed looking at her face in shock. " I will be right back here in the mansion after completing my work. " She said again. " You are always welcome here, kitty " This time Catalina was already out heading for her target.

"I've spoken. We are done here! Go home!" I pull myself closer to his feet. "I will do anything you ask me to do, just, please, save my daughter's life!" "I said we are done here!" I face the ground and nod, defeated, then rise to my feet before backing out of the hall. I thought, by going to the Alpha King, I'd protect my pup, but now I see I've just killed her. Caterina's POV

Cat gave a sharp laugh. Why was she worried like she had told Jo Eric wouldn’t hurt her? He never had, not physically. The hurt he had inflicted had never come from any bodily harm. Just her own stupidity. She seated herself on the side of her bed, then laid back and stared at the white ceiling, thinking back....... When she had first met Eric, she had been a twenty-two-year-old virgin, not the norm in today’s world. She had stayed away from men and sex because Cat had a very colourful history with her birth mother, who had bounced from one man to another, including one-night stands. Never thinking of the damage she was doing to her young daughter, only caring about her own satisfaction and

I was stunned and began saying hesitantly, "Marcus, you're not joking with me, are you? You want me to throw my daughter out there to her?" "Yes! Just trust me, okay? It's the only way to keep you and your daughter safe!" Outside the door, Poppy's attacks were getting more violent, and I was starting to think about killing her. "Marcus, can I just stab her to death?" "What? No! Of course not! Are you crazy? The child and the cat are connected now. If you kill the cat, you'd be killing your own child!" I took a deep breath. "Really? Is that really how it works?"