Celebrity Catfight Stories Novels & Stories

George fumbled with the camera – opening it up and taking the memory card. “I’ll sue you. I have rights. You ever heard of freedom of the press!” “Shut up!” Cameron shouted and punched him again. “I’ll be happy to see you in court you bastard!” Catherine yelled. Chelsea burst into tears. She couldn’t help it. For Pete’s sakes, everyone was acting like they had never seen a pregnant woman who was separated from her husband before. ****

Kerry snapped again this time more aggressively. “Oh Lord help me…I never said anything about your weight, you are literally the thinnest of us three”. “Oh so I am thin now?” Kerry snapped, not backing out. “Stop with the trap questions, I am not your damn boyfriend!” Beth snapped back. As they chatted, Christy's phone buzzed. She gasped out loud. “Guys you need to see this”. She showed her phone screen to the two from fighting cats. Kerry's eyes widened as she read the headline on her friend's phone.

a clear and familiar voice came from the side. I turned my head to see Catherine standing there. Resentment poured out of her enchanting eyes, carrying unmistakable jealousy. Catherine's words were almost destructive. Other reporters quickly recalled the recent rumors and remembered that the woman in Tommy·Fox's arms was Natash·Yael, Jaclyn·Dills' recently divorced ex-wife. Such a love triangle was always the media's favorite, and today, the parties involved were right there for them to cover.

"Did a client call? At my spot? Don't play dumb with me, Tata Blowjob! A client at my spot is mine, you whore!" "Oh, go fuck yourself, Catita! You keep calling me a whore, what do you think you are, a nun?" "You better watch yourself with me, slut! You just got here and you're already getting too cocky, bitch!" "And you think you're the Empress of the Up-and-Down, don't you, whore!" I snapped back without an ounce of patience and only felt Catita's hand explode across my face. In a second, the sidewalk of the Up-and-Down had turned into chaos. The other girls rushed over to us, trying to break up the fight. A bunch of guys stood around laughing and cheering us on, and the commotion only disp

My voice was clearly audible in the video: “Happy birthday, my sweet Cooper.” Every photo, every video, told the same story: Cooper had always been a cat. A spoiled, world-traveling, ridiculously famous Bengal cat. The jury’s shock curdled into outrage. “They accused a cat of rape?” “This is absurd!” “What an insult to our intelligence!” The gallery began to stir. But this time, the anger wasn’t directed at me. It was aimed at Tiffany and Brenda. “It was a setup!” “They were lying!” “Accusing a cat of a crime? Are they insane?”

People had always believed that she got together with Andrew after he broke up with Renee. Though they still frowned at the fact that Catherine was dating Renee’s ex. But now, Renee just revealed the truth which the public was unaware of. They felt irritated by Catherine’s action. Before Catherine could have the opportunity to explain herself,a glass bottle was smashed on the floor and a wooden stool was knocked over. The fight continued. It was total chaos in the bar. “What the hell! Several men are unable to defeat two women? These two women must be martial arts specialists."

“Come on, tell me everything about this girl who’s giving you such a hard time.” And just like that, I’m blabbering about everything that’s been happening over the past month while Mom washes her face and redoes her makeup. From how Asher broke up with me to be with Jennifer, to how I ended up sleeping with Alice’s brother, to fake-dating him just so I wouldn’t lose Alice. I even tell her about how Jennifer might steal my coverage again—and that she’s actually the vice principal’s niece. “Oh my God, your life is so dramatic, Catherine,” she gushes, brushing mascara onto her lashes. I really missed this—missed her. My mom’s the kind of woman who can turn even a breakdown into gossip hour.

is all I say. I’m not a violent person, I don’t really do physical altercations and detest confrontations, excluding the catfights I used to get into with my cousin Katherina, but we were young then and Kat just gets on my nerves. There was the time I pushed her into the pull but she had put chewing gum in my hair, it wouldn’t come out mama had to cut out that portion of hair and I had to wear braids for months it took to grow back so father wouldn’t find out. There were also a few times she crossed the line, or insulted my mama I reacted badly. Because putting pepper in her juice of burning her favorite dress just wouldn’t cut it so I got creative.

Some said she married Lucius for his wealth, others claimed she still had feelings for her ex, Liam Claude. The rumors quickly turned into a media storm. Tabloids picked up the story, with headlines like “Ravenswood Heiress or Opportunist? Catherine’s Past Exposed.” Anonymous sources claimed that Catherine had abandoned Liam and was only using Lucius to gain power and influence. In a penthouse overlooking the city, Liam Claude leaned back on his couch, a smug smile on his lips as he scrolled through the latest headlines. Annie sat across from him, amused, her legs crossed, tapping away on her phone.

“Clara Hill has submitted evidence proving the online rumors about her are fabricated slander. There is no substantive proof of marital infidelity on her part.” Julian rose to his feet in a fit of rage. “If her evidence doesn’t prove she cheated, then how does mine suddenly make it valid? “Clara adopted a neighbor’s abandoned cat. Just because that cat bonded more with me, she went mad demanding a divorce. Your Honor, are you going to declare me at fault based on a cat’s behavior?” To pressure me, Julian had practically summoned every relative and friend. Ivy was among them. Of everyone in the courtroom, she appeared most invested in Julian. Disregarding decorum, she immediately stood and de