Ghostbuster Cat Novels & Stories

"I can keep you happy. I will bring you the sexiest toms I can find to devour you sexually. We can get you appointments with the finest dom-toms. You don't have to be starved for action. But one thing I can offer you myself is cuddles." Guru curled up around Spitfire and began to purr. "For now, why don't we take a little nap? I am pretty sure you are past any dangerous point and could probably use it." He knew being descended from the largest race of toms, the Northern Forest felines, that his purr could soothe anyone to sleep. It was practically a secret auric power. "Make up your mind, loser." Spitfire grumped but it wasn't long before he gave in to the comforting circle of fur, warmth, a

that were drowned out in the daytime.The cat raised her nose to the sky, a kiss of dampness hung ready to meet the tender earth. She switched her tail left to right as if to rid herself of the gathering tension that came with a hunt. Moving down the cemetery paths with the slink all true felines possess, claws still sheathed, her mind surged sending tingles right to her toes."Look how feisty my little evil is," she said in a graving tone."Cruella, now come to me," her long-fingered nails raised to gesture the black cat which jumped instantly to her arms."Good girl," the woman wandered her sharp nails to her fluff and it gave the cat relaxation."Oh, I missed you too, my evil mistress," she g

This reminds me of the scene back when I turned 18, but somehow this seems a lot more… gruesome. I hear it before I see it and manage to move out of the way of its large paw. “What the fuck is that?!” Kon cries out with wide eyes, but I had no fucking clue this time. The beast looks like a rottweiler but is as large as a fucking grizzly bear, and right now, it has its blood-red eyes trained on me. What the fuck is happening here? Where is Caterina? Movement out of the corner of my eye gets my attention, and I see Fenriz’s Lycan beast jump behind this massive dog and grab it in a chokehold.

“You heard me.” I blinked. “The fuck I am.” “You will,” he said, tone flat. “Or Ghost drags your ass back to the strip club .” “You have arms. Use them.” He exhaled through his nose. Slow. “I don’t need my arms, ragazza. I need obedience.” My skin prickled. Ghost wasn’t here. He’d left hours ago to go get Pietro. The hacker. The weird one. The one who kept giving me looks like he wanted to bite me and cry about it after.

"I know I was sleeping on it! My question is, how did I get here? I remember sleeping in the bathroom while you, the claimed 'ghost' was here. And I also remember that ghost cannot touch, talk less of carry something or SOMEONE from one spot to another... so?" He smiled knowingly, "You seem to forget that I am also a demon. Basically, half ghost, half demon though the demon side is partially locked away, but I can still disappear and appear with or without something or someone."

The volcanic ridge overlooking the Blackwood Cyber-Hub looked like a jagged tooth cutting into the stormy night sky. Rain lashed against Ava’s tactical visor, but beneath her skin, the warmth of the Blue Rose grotto kept the freezing cold at bay. Beside her, Caleb was adjusting the straps on his forearm computer, his face set in hard, unforgiving lines. The "Billionaire in a Three-Piece Suit" was completely gone. Before her stood the true specter—the legendary cleaner known only to the underworld as the Ghost.

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

For a moment, there was silence, except for the crackling of glass on the tile floor and the clicking noise made by the receptionist's clipboard falling off the countertop. Then Gelok saw eyes in the darkness. One would think he would be used to things that go bump in the night. He was one himself, and served and even greater one. But those burning reddish lights approaching contained an animalistic aura that made him sweat . . . and cringe. The faint outline of a creature came into view . . . sleek . . . powerful . . . cat-like. Then he saw the rust colored fur and the gleaming teeth of the werecat.

“Consider it done.” “Just for me to leave a door open?” I hesitate. “And how do I know this isn’t a cover-up for something else?” “Do you want to go check on the kitty?” She waves toward the window. “Go. Oh, and her name is Ginger, by the way. The kitty.” I peer outside, sighing. “I can’t go now. I need to finish this.” “She’s really there.” “Fine. What door do you need me to leave open?” I ask, and the ghost girl’s expression brightens.

The multi-layered barrier that was protecting my house is destroyed from the outside. …It seems like a guest has arrived. “Stay here, both of you.” I ordered. “Nya.” With that said, one of my pets, The Black Cat (also known as The Misfortune Cat), Felix, seems to have stepped into my house from the backyard, and is now standing next to Restia`s feet. “It's not your doing, is it?” I asked her. “No, nya.” Then, what sort of bizarre beast would come all the way here…? Unless… it isn't a beast.