Clarisse Cat Novels & Stories

the memories still raw and painful. "They made my life a living hell, Kris. But I never thought I'd find a place worse than that... until I came to Bayford."Claudine paused, her eyes lifting to meet Kris's gaze, and was met with a sympathetic expression. His face was a mask of compassion, his eyes filled with a deep understanding as if he could feel the weight of her words. His lips were parted slightly as if he was about to speak, but he remained silent, letting her know that he was fully present, fully engaged in her story. Claudine searched his face, looking for any sign of judgment or pity, but all she saw was kindness and empathy. Emboldened by his supportive expression, she took a dee

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

Catherine was standing in the dark, however, fear was not engraved in her face as she had been here before. In this familiar scene or so she thought. Then suddenly there was multiple spotlight and clowns wearing red. They started dancing ballet and all of them moving in different direction and forms. It was chaotic. It was as if they portray madness.

Risa pov I woke up earlier. I saw the time it was 6: 00 am. I attempted to wake up Clara. She told me that she was not going anywhere as her head was paining a lot. so I make my way out of the apartment. As I was riding, I saw a small injured cat making its way out of the road.

Her flowing black hair covered her face so I couldn't see what she looked like. “I have no idea but this is the fourth time I’m retouching my makeup!” Another girl with bright blue eyes groaned. “It's worth it, he's hot, plus you could totally become his Luna,” a third girl smiled but I could tell it didn't reach her eyes. I rolled my eyes at them as I continued through the crowd. It was the welcoming party of the Prince and heir to the throne of the Golden Claw Pack and the King of Alpha was throwing his son a welcoming party that doubled as a search for a wife party for him.

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

Alice asked and hugged the already-seated girl. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a shift ma?” Clary started to say as she moved the groceries from the paper bag to their respective places. Alice Whitlock, mother to Clarissa and Cassandra was a nurse, she had chestnut hair which fell off her shoulders and a small built. She sat down on the couch and took a big gulp out of the bottle of water Clary offered her.

They met Lipe on the way, already dressed in a yellow T"shirt and sneakers. There were a few houses, not all alike along the way, some with the lights on and movement inside, others with no movement at all and the lights off. Walking slowly, Clara found some dogs loose, as well as cats too. Lipe and Megan stopped to pet the animals, who waved their tails and the cats ran their bodies along her legs in a sign of recognition. " Whose animals do they belong to? " asked Clara, also crouching down and playing with them. " This big boy here is Cilmo's," said Lipe, referring to the little mongrel dog that was on his back getting caresses on his tummy. " That little squirrel running is from Nica. Yo

I clenched my fists in my lap but stayed silent. Clarisse stepped closer, her eyes gleaming. “You know, you’re making this very hard for me. All I wanted was for you to quietly pack up and leave. But no, you had to make this complicated.” She picked up a jug of juice from the table, swirling it slowly in her hand as if weighing her options. Then, with one sharp motion, she dumped it all over my plate. The cold liquid splashed onto my lap, soaking my dress. “What are you—?”

Unknown Pov. Clair storms into the room startling Kate Amnell who has been panicking trying to find her mistress. It was not common for Clair to have left without notice, but never had it been in the depths of the night and too without her carriage or favorite horse. “Get me water” she backed out orders almost immediately. Kate Amnell rushed to the kitchen fetching a bottle of water. Clair looked nothing like her previous self. The self-dignified lady, with ravishing beauty, but here she was covered in smelling mud and her hair nest for forest creatures.