Catwoman Quotes Novels & Stories

“Bloody hell, you're a hellcat.” Against her better judgement, Emily felt a slow smile steal the urge of her lips. She knew what she just did was considered childish, but she didn't care. Men like him would trample on anyone who showed them a weak link. And she wasn't a rag doll for him to treat anyhow. Lifting her chin, she said, “Cats do claw when they are threatened.”

Especially when it comes to women doing what men can do. "Why do you even care?" I shrug. "Because, you guys have it your tiny little heads, and I'm not talking about the one on your shoulders, that you are so much more mighty then women. That girl," she points at the front door. "She's the next big thing, mark my words," Cate states. I only saw part of the fight, but it doesn't surprise me that Tate is good at fighting. It was what she always wanted to do.

"No, pass on that to me. You're not kidding." I left the cooler entryway open and attempted to get my plate, however she was excessively fast. "If it's not too much trouble. It's the least I can do, Mr. Potter . Gratitude for allowing us to remain here. Rocco's mother is..." "...a crazy witch with a hint of evil spirit, that is had a greater number of birthday celebrations than she merits? That's right, I know." Catherine panted, then burst into an attack of giggling.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

"I heard you tried to touch her again and she stabbed you. I can see it in the way you are holding onto your chest. She will not come quietly. Yan Sha will slip away somewhere quietly where you'll never be able to find her again." "Wei, Jungpi, Yan . . . there are three that must fall. A cat is curious as to what is going on through the wall. I can lure the phoenixes and strange them in my wrist. Lion is only a bigger cat. The same tricks will get me the prize that I have been seeking for quite some time. If you doubt me, maybe you should stay here longer to recouperate."

“She was supposed to be our next Luna. Do you know how long it has been since we’ve had one?” “Cat, you don’t understand.” “No, I do.” The girl chuckled without humor. “They’re all right about you. You’re a sl*t.”

Shaun smiled. “Great job. You’ve learned quite a lot of quotes from romance movies, huh? When we first met, you flirted with me with the quote ‘I can’t help feeling happy now that I’ve met the love of my life’. Tell me what else you know. Try and apply it now.” “...” His mocking words left Catherine speechless.

Tom shudders and looks up at her with guilty eyes. “Hah… I knew that this madam would chip something,” Kitty says, throwing the phone on the table by the sofa. “I think I underestimated her for nothing. She made circles around us for your birthday, remember? After ruffling the hair of Tommy, who was sitting at his feet, as she would probably pat Rosvo, she continues: - What, nervous, cat-gulena? Do not worry. Just be careful… you never know what this crazy woman would think of putting in your glass next time? What if it's poison?

‎“I can be deep when I want to be!” ‎“Once in a blue moon,” Danika teased. ‎“Excuse me,” Cat placed a hand on her chest dramatically, “I am a woman of many layers.” ‎Danika laughed again, turning back to the mirror one last time before nodding. ‎“Okay… I’m getting this.” ‎Cat clapped immediately. ‎“As you should!” ‎Then she leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly with a mischievous grin. ‎“Because if you don’t… I might just steal it.”

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the