Chat Noir Novels & Stories

When I arrived at the café it didn’t shock me anymore when I saw Dark Hades already standing at the entrance of the café. “You are making me so curious, Mr. Dark Hades.” I said when I got nearer to him. And like usual he didn’t talk and just stared at me. I want him to talk and tell me everything but I’m also afraid that it might change him or me. There’s a lot of secret that I need to figure out. There’s a lot of skeleton in the closet that needed to be discover. “And I know curiosity always kills a cat.” I said and went inside the café. I saw him followed me. I order just one coffee because I know he don’t want it. We sit at the same table.

The smaller one, I know exactly what it is. Inside the next box is a white case. I take a deep breath and wiggle it out of the box. The top reads Tiffany's in a pretty script. I sneak a look up at them when their hearts pound a little fast. I can smell the sweet scent of their excitement. I laugh popping the case locks open. I smile to myself when they shift on their feet. The white Chiappa Rhino 60DS revolver greets me with all its glory. Its pretty engraving on the right reads, CASTOR.

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

"Our lives are both in danger and you need to help me if you wanna leave here alive and we both need to join hands together, don't worry about Damien am going to beg him If anything goes wrong but right now we need to stop that psychopath before he does anything stupid I yelled. Please we need the car to get to the place without hesitation. *** ANITA. My body hurts like hell. It feels like I was caught with a knife. There was still a blindfold in my eyes. I regret my actions now. The desire to have what doesn't belong to me eventually led to the untimely death I murmured to myself. I shouldn't have trusted this asshole. How could he take advantage of me? The next thing he could think of he's

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

In the middle of the night when Kyara got up to pee Nathan was missing again and the same brown furred wolf was sleeping in the place of him. Kyara's senses picked a pace. Dangerous scenarios began to prickle in her mind. Was Nathan having affairs with different woman? Why would he be absent from the house every night and nights together? And this wolf would always sleep with her who smells completely like Nathan. Was she an animal to sleep with his pet? Moreover does anybody bring up wolves as their pets instead of cats and dogs?

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.