Catwoman Quotes Novels & Stories

Another even angrier man shouts but the moment he spoke about Markus, I saw anger flash Katia’s face. “DO NOT MENTION HIS NAME!” She screams in anger at the man attempting to try and run over to him, her eyes pitch black and her corrupt wolf about to surface, but due to the chains around her legs and arms, she didn’t get to far when I tripped her a little and pulled her closer.

"Because I want to see how thick your skin is, how venomous your heart is, and how utterly shameless your thoughts are!" Kate's arms trembled with rage. Out of nowhere, Carter spoke up. "Lauren, you can't talk like that."

he says. Pack? Moon? They are the wolves that the queen has sold me to so they could kill me? Does she think some dogs will be able to end me? To kill me? Once I'm done with them, I'm going to kick her ass, once I'm done I'm going to kick her ass to the depth of hell. "Look at the princess, she hisses, you're such a wild cat," she said and I hissed again, I tried to make my magic move through me, I called my magic to roar and come to my help, but nothing.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

"You probably like women with two arms." "I don't care if the woman has no arms. It's not that part of her I fuck, but I don't fuck teenage girls or cats." "Well at least you don't watch your language in front of me. I haven't heard that word in over a year." "Could you shut up and help me find food?" "I'd be fucking happy to." Great. A she-cat with a sense of humor. And another one he couldn't kill.

"It is, isn't it?" Then Catherine gave a smile and whispered, "Back then, I didn't have to worry so much about other women, and now, here I am, super pissed over the fact that my cousin that hated you then is chasing after you now." "I'm all yours, and you know that," Rome said, gently squeezing her hand. Annoyed, Catherine frowned and mumbled, "I know that, and you know that. But thirsty women like Chloe don't care about that."

“Everyone’s pulling out, Catherine! Vogue dropped the feature. Even your dad posted something!” Catherine flinched. “What?” Marla showed her. A quote story: “Sometimes you raise daughters who forget where they come from.” And that was it. No apology would fix this. No plea would redeem her. So Catherine did the only thing left. She got dressed — in the tightest black dress she owned. Painted on red lips. Called a car. And posted a photo with one caption: “If they want the villain, they’ll get one.” ⸻

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

she said the word wolf with a touch of disdain, “but in my world, the cats rule.” Ouch. Straight to the motherfucking heart. This woman knew just what to say to challenge his wolf. “It’s not all about having a man fight your battles, princess.” He came closer, only a few feet between them now. “Sometimes what you need is a reminder that someone’s got your back.” She gave him a full blown smile that made his balls ache and his cock jerk. “Someone does have my back.” She met his gaze, her cat in her eyes for him to see. “Me.”

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.