Chat Noir Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

I guess she's waiting for someone. I was just wondering who he was possibly waiting for I already felt a chisel in my stomach. I finished my cocktail and went to the bar counter. This time, I didn't ask for a cocktail anymore. "Here's your Sazerac, Miss," the bartender. "Thanks." I looked again at Kiara's behavior. She's now doing something on her phone, maybe texting him? Is Rustov what he will earn now? There seems to be a good chance that it is. After all, they are secet lovers. The drink made me cringe at the thought. The hot liquid in my throat became even more bitter. I sighed and played the glass with my fingertips.

"You want to be a bigoted SOB, fine, become a pussy-ass white dove for all I care." There it is... my Hail Mary. I shrug back into my vest. It's time to see how the dust settles. Without looking at me, one of the newer members, Candy, with a fucking swastika tattooed on his bare scalp, removes his cut and rests it on the table. He walks over to Oho and waits. Oho removes his vest and tosses it to the floor before spitting on it. He shoves Vampire aside and the two men walk out. Vampire follows and watches them through the open door. All the brothers are on their feet by this time. I take my seat again and wait for everyone but Vampire to do the same. With a nod from me, he knows to stay wher

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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?

………………………… With a wide smile, Lena strolled over to the bar. Her steps were light.....almost playful with a dangerous kind of happiness radiating off her. She reached out and ran her fingers across the collection of expensive wines, her nails lightly tapping the bottles as she searched. Then her hand paused. A dark crimson label caught her eye: “La Vengeance Noire.” She smirked. Perfect. Gently, she uncorked the bottle, the faint pop echoing in the quiet room. With the same grin still painted on her lips, she poured the wine slowly into a crystal glass, watching the rich red swirl inside.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

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...

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.