Noir Kitty Novels & Stories

“And I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. No one else knows where you are.” “Good,” says Kitty, acknowledging me for the first time. “It needs to stay that way.” She focuses her attention on her pancakes again, slicing them up with quick, precise movements. Even her manicure looks expensive – long, perfectly filed nails that look like they’re covered in a thin sheet of actual mirror – more reflective than you could achieve with only silver nail polish. They must be stick-ons or something. A row of cute rose gold rings are stacked on the middle finger of her left hand, linked by a delicate twisting chain. Even with her makeup all smudged, she's like rock royalty. She could easily be gracin

The female wolf had long, beaming brown fur, and a pair of green eyes, which were fixed on Erebus. "Don't leave me..." Kitty mumbled. She stood there watching them disappeared into the forest together, not able to move her body. A voice rose by her ear: "You don't belong here." Kitty turned her head in horror, and she found out that the owner of that voice was Curtis! "No!" Kitty screamed, and the ground under her feet suddenly disappeared. She fell backwards with her hands in front of her trying to grab onto anything as a reflexion, and Curtis just stood there, laughing at her...

My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf. Kitty has white fur that is slightly dreadlocks but not rough, she has claws that are sharp but not strong and sharp, she also has paws and hands that are colored like bubble gum. There’s no way if my wolf is an omega from the common people can look so luxurious and beautiful like that, right? And from the start Kitty had a necklace with a scarlet pendant instead of a yellow shoulder strap. “Forget about this for a while, Kate. You have to prepare a few things for the dinner party.”

"It is just a cat." "Nina has been breeding them in the cellars," Novalee explains, her fingers rubbing at her temples like her skull is splitting open. "To clear the vermin from the lower vaults. The white ones possess a natural purity. Kori’s dark blood magic cannot take root in them. But the rest of the litter... they were pitch black. They were exactly what she needed for the sacrifice." "I do not know anything about your witch curses," I growl, my blood running cold as a sudden thought hits me. "But if the kittens are here, and the body was outside..."

Her slick, cold fingers reached for my face… Her fingers trailed over my still-damp chest, a chill from the pool water still clinging to my skin, then found their way to my left nipple. I stifled a grunt, waves of pleasurable sensation rushing through my veins uncontrollably. Oh my Kitty! She held my leash and knew exactly how to make me go in the direction that she wanted. Just when I thought she was done. She pulled another move, proving she’d only begun. “I’m Axel’s Kitty.” She whispered into her ears, a feathering breath on my skin. “La gattina di Axel.” [Axel’s Kitty.] Her voice, low and possessive, sent a shiver through my core that had nothing to do with the cold.

My head dropped a bit, watching a dull Derby nod. “It’s sweet to know that you have something cool in you. Honestly, it’s awesome,” she smiled lightly, caressing my hands. And as she switched to her sad side, Derby shared what was really troubling her. “I’m only pressed with the fact that Trent is the same Werecat you fought. He’s also my Kitty Cat.” “Which is still okay, right?” “Evolet, I’ve kissed Kitty so many times. That means I was kissing Trent!” She panicked, losing it.

Her braless tits pressed hard on his chest and Kitty felt her nipples harden as he pulled away. "Uh, Mr. P., I'm here for Grace's laptop?" she stammered, crossing her arms on her chest to disguise the outline that her raised nips were making on the thin fabric of her top. She was now regretting that she had put her long hair in a bun. It made her feel exposed. Rick Price didn’t fail to notice how flushed his daughter’s best friend was. She was unmistakably aroused, the way her nipples popped out. He had never seen Kitty so scantily dressed and the sight of her tight young body made his cock stiffen.

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

The room fell silent as the girl glared at me. Rachel interrupted the awkward silence by suggesting a walk outside for some fresh air. I agreed and off we went. The rain has stopped and the sun had finally made an appearance. Birds were singing away in the trees and children were playing happily around us. I listened as Rachel explained the girl who was called Gina, had been an orphan from a pack that had been destroyed in a bad attack years ago. The old Alpha of this pack had allowed her to join this pack. She was only four years old and the only survivor.

“Hehe...” Noir scratched his head sheepishly. It was completely unrecognizable from the previous menacing appearance he put on earlier. Katalina, who had been worried at the beginning, was shocked and then relieved. Her eyes glimmered with an astonishing brilliance as she looked at Noir. At that moment, that figure was elevated to an infinite height, like an emperor or a god. It was like gentle rain silently moistening everything, quietly occupying Katalina’s heart. “Arctic Fox...” Andrius spoke softly, looking at Arctic Fox in the main seat.