Kitty X Men Novels & Stories

“This isn’t a goddam team debate. Quit sneaking up on us and eavesdropping. Both of you guys actually. Just… go away.” “What sort of people call their son Jade?” Felix asks. “I don’t know,” Kitty says, a note of frustration in her voice. “Hippies. Anyway, that’s rich coming from a guy named Felix.” “What’s wrong with Felix?” He asks, leaning against the doorway lazily. Alastaire sniggers, which makes Felix scowl. “It’s a cat’s name,” Kitty says triumphantly. “And Kitty’s not?” Felix says, arching an eyebrow. “Fine, we both have cat names,” Kitty says angrily. “Mom wanted cats, not kids. Whatever. I don’t see why you’re judging the guy so harshly when you haven’t even met him. In fact, I don’

Xavier's pov My mate, who i found out her name is Katerina, has in in surgery for a few hours. John has been getting phone calls from people are our pack so he's been in and out but for the most part he's stayed by me. Ryder left to go back to his party but alpha Carter has stayed here and has said nothing. I have stopped thinking about what they said. How would the moongoddess pair me with someone who murdered their parents. I have been known as a ruthless alpha but only to my enemies. I am fair to my pack. I threat everyone with dignity and respect but I haven't had a pack member murder their family.

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.