Kleptocats Book Novels & Stories

Inside were hardcovers and leather - bound journals, their edges yellowed, some with faintly curling pages. One smelled sharply of cloves and mildew, another had pages stuck together with something she didn’t want to identify. She set them aside, handling each item with a reverent care, cataloging silently, letting the faint mustiness of old paper fill her senses. From the corner of her eye, Piper — Dominic’s cat, queen of the bookstore, terror of wandering customers — slithered across the counter with deliberate grace and plopped herself right on top of the stack. Aria only brought her in sometimes, never every day, but whenever Piper was around she acted like the place was hers by right, a

"Bullshit. Monsters like you don't get to have mated and no matter how forgiving the moon goddess is, she can and will never forgive the likes of you" "Well your loss..." "No honey... It's yours..." The councilman said sinisterly and with long strides, he made his way into Felecia's personal space and raked his claws swiftly on both sides of her face. Felecia went down with a scream as her hands went up to protect her face but the councilman didn't stop. He moved further down, getting his claws into her arms and torso. It was when he was finally done did the audience notice that the marks where left in a particular pattern. A pattern I recognized so well and Felecia was screwed.

"I was still thinking of how I was going to explain to you, how I had managed to illegally obtain it the day before you brought Katerina home, because I had disobeyed your order. But I have had this strange curiosity to know what was hidden inside the mini cupboard that you permitted no one to access for a long time now. I took out the book with the records in it and locked it back and left the key where I had stolen it from, so you wouldn't suspect anything on time. And as for how I was able to shift in the presence of the rogues with the book still in my possession, I had secretly tossed it to a corner before shifting, while Katerina and the rogues' leader were about to start fighting and

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

“Okay, guys. Let's head to the study room. I've got something amazing to show you guys. Elektra skipped to the study room. It was a rectangular space with hundreds of books on the shelf. College was taking a toll on him, or was it his missing wolf? Alcinder reads too much if that's a thing. I mean, this is a lot of books. “Hey! Snap out of your endless thoughts”. Elecktra brought out a giant and rusty book. It had a black cover with gold writings on it and it smelt ancient. It was parched up in many places, it looked like it would fall apart if handled carelessly. At the other end, Alcinder kept watching me with curious eyes. What was his problem today? And Why was that look on his face? Jea

It was mostly the elders that knew about the library and what it contains. I had not even told Kat, mate, about it. We've not had even a month for ourselves. Ever since we met, it's been one fight to the other. I wasn't going to give up. Whenever I think about the pains she must be going through, I get angrier. "The imprinting of wolves," I read the name of the book. Was this the one? I've been in this room for days now. I was clinging on to this as my last hope.

She peered at me through her round glasses for a moment, then smiled again. “Enjoy.” I was then left alone. I simply shook my head. I dug into the contents of the box. It held a number of books, newspapers and photographs. My eyes caught a small leather bound booklet, with the outline of a curved cat pressed onto it’s cover. I pulled it out– ‘A Feline’s Capabilities…The Cat as The Obsidian Circle’s Symbol” it read.

The world tilted, shadows swimming at the edges of my vision. “My Lady?” The shadow-walker’s voice seemed distant. I braced myself on the table, drawing a ragged breath. “I am going to the Pack Hall. To the Enforcers.” The next morning, I strode into the Pack Hall, the heart of our territory’s law. “I need to report a crime!” My voice echoed off the stone walls. “My pup was stolen!” The Enforcer on duty looked up from his ledger. His eyes, a cool beta grey, assessed me. “State your grievance, Luna. Slowly.”

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

"I heard you tried to touch her again and she stabbed you. I can see it in the way you are holding onto your chest. She will not come quietly. Yan Sha will slip away somewhere quietly where you'll never be able to find her again." "Wei, Jungpi, Yan . . . there are three that must fall. A cat is curious as to what is going on through the wall. I can lure the phoenixes and strange them in my wrist. Lion is only a bigger cat. The same tricks will get me the prize that I have been seeking for quite some time. If you doubt me, maybe you should stay here longer to recouperate."