Clarisse Cat Novels & Stories

“You must be pleased with yourself. Is she pretty and fair enough for you?” Clarice snapped an angry look at Kaze. No sooner had she walked away than Kaze was stirring up interest. “You really do resemble an animal right now,” Kaze uttered with a smile. “What animal?” Clarice was stumped. “You’ve got your claws out like a wildcat. Nothing went on between her and me, but you seem very upset.” Kaze did not feel a need for a lengthy explanation, but Clarice seemed to have gotten the wrong idea. Their relationship was strictly professional. However, Clarice fancied herself his girlfriend. Even though Kaze never tried to lead her on, Clarice just would not give it a rest.

Demetria said crossly, ending her long narration. “Damn!” Clarice’s admiration for the girl quickly faded, replaced by contempt, appalled by the girl’s ferocious personality. “So pretty yet so evil. She indeed deserved a spot here. Forsaken and forgotten to pay for her notoriety,” she commented coldly. Heavy silence enveloped the room for a moment. Clarice cleared her throat. “Um, I have a question? Can I also summon strong winds and thunder? I have not tried them yet.”

When rain came, the soil turned to dark sludge that clung to her dress like dried blood. Clarisse was different. Where Seraphine had been golden-haired and bold—the one who climbed the estate’s tallest oak to rescue a trapped sparrow—Clarisse was chestnut-haired and quiet, a shadow in a family that demanded spotlights. Where Zephyrine wrote poetry in the margins of her books—lines about "stairs that hunger" and "balconies that whisper"—Clarisse wrote nothing. She learned the rules early: Never mention the missing chairs. Smile when strangers visit.

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

He sat there in silence for a while, then got up to pour it some food. Dry food, canned food, cat vitamin gel. A whole cabinet of it, neatly stocked. Claire had never made much money, but she’d always been willing to spend on these little creatures. She’d pack up the clean leftovers from the restaurant for the stray dogs, and on payday she’d wire a modest sum to the shelter nearby. Once the cat was fed, Adrian found himself pushing open the door to Claire’s room, as if pulled by something. Every piece of jewelry, every gown, every luxury watch he’d sent her was still sitting untouched in the cabinet.

James finally replied, his voice clipped. Nigel approached the couch, his gaze flicking between Joyce’s pale face and James’s tense posture. “She’s never fainted before?” “No,” James said firmly, crossing his arms. "But isn't it normal for girls to faint?" Nigel tilted his head, observing Joyce with narrowed eyes. "Well, yeah... But this feels... Off" "Probably she hasn't had breakfast yet" Nigel tilted his head again to the opposite side, watching James’s uncharacteristically gentle movements. “Interesting,” Nigel muttered under his breath. “Very interesting... It’s not her first time around wolves, she's been with you already”

says Raffaele and lays down on the floor thinking of the time he spent with Daisy. Raffaele walks into a large room and looks around to understand where he was. The room was dimly lit and had no furniture except a chair. He walks in further and sees a girl in the middle of the room. She had her wrists tied together with a rope, over her head. She was dangling on her tippy toes as the rope was pulled up higher to make her difficult to stand on her feet. She had blindfolds on and was wearing a see-through transparent short white cotton dress that reached her mid-thigh. Raffaele walks close to her and realizes it's Daisy.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

I was dressed in a gown of midnight blue that clung to every curve, moving between tables with a tray of crystal glasses. "Byron, I heard you had a run-in with your nephew's discarded mate," Mason Clark laughed, leaning back in his chair in the VIP section. He leaned closer to Cole, eyeing the faint marks on Cole’s neck that hadn't quite healed. "Word is she's a hellcat. Half the Alphas in the city are waiting for her to officially hit the market now that she's unclaimed." Cole’s grip on his glass tightened until the crystal groaned. "She isn't 'on the market,' Mason."

i block her way. “Have you heard the news, it gonna rain a lot this week. Better keep my cat Bruce in huh?” really Summer, you don’t even have a cat named Bruce lee or any other damn cat or pet. I pretty sure cats don’t go all karate on you. Get it because Bruce lee.. okay shut up Summer. “No i haven’t.. is it? i just hope your cat doe not get soaked.”she jokes. I try to laugh but i pretty sure i sound like someone who has breathing problems. “Now if you would just move i would like to put this in the room.”