Novel Cat Novels & Stories

I’m about to ask her if something is wrong when I see her shoulders shaking, and she lets out a sniff. “This is his scent,” she murmurs, then turns to look at me. “This is Nikolai!” I can’t help but smile at her pure reaction and her wide-eyed innocence. She may not be Nikolai’s type of girl, but I can tell she’s being genuine. Before Kai allowed Nova anywhere close to the building Cat is in, he ran a background check on her. Nothing suspicious came up, and nothing seemed out of place. It yielded nothing really; she’s an orphan who grew up at a pup orphanage in New Orleans after her pack members were all killed by hunters. Now she lives in Seattle and works as a, and I guessed it, librarian.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"

CAT M'NOO cackled with her notoriously nasal laugh. Sympathy was offered by Lydia as the titters reverberated all through the room. CAT M'NOO was the leader of the catty girls' clique that hung around the casino, trying to catch herself a rich mafia husband and wasting her time bothering Kyoline's life. She went out of her way to belittle her almost the whole school she went to with her and it looked like she was determined to do the same thing now.

Kicking the sword on the ground hard on the side, his head fell gently to Kate's thigh, finally closing his eyes as he let himself be intoxicated by the delicious scent in the air. Kate squinted her eyes slightly as a smile made its way onto her lips, not at all scared or creeped out that the male lead suddenly behaved like this. As she let the male lead be more comfortable on her lap, she arranged her position as she raised her hand and brushed the male lead's hair. She was not so surprised that the male lead's reaction towards her was like this. Kate once had a cat—a male rag doll, to be exact. When writing her novels, her cat always wanted her attention, so when writing about her male lea

Cat had a hot guy radar like no one I’d ever met. I filled her in. Just as I finished the long version of my story, the waiter brought us our food. I dug into my steaming bowl of mac and cheese, sure that carbs were the solution to all my problems. Cat shoved a chili-covered fry into her mouth. “I can’t leave you alone for even a single weekend, can I?” she said around her food. “If you ask me, you should never, ever go back there. That’s just asking for trouble.”

Just as I reached for my keys at the doorstep, a familiar meow suddenly echoed. I saw that Ragdoll cat crawling toward me, barely clinging to life. The cat that had previously ignored me was now actively rubbing against me, desperate for survival. I froze for a moment. Then, I mercilessly kicked it away. I did not want things that came too late. It did not matter if it was people or cats.

"Hey, watch it, football. I'm trained in the very complex fighting style of 'I wish an asshole would,' and I'm sure I'd win." Alex snorted, while Jane chuckled, feeling the first stroke of normalcy in hours. Cat turned around as more students piled into the room, taking their seats and pulling out their books. "Remember when I told you about my new guy?" she asked, waggling her brows. Jane smiled and pulled out her notebook. "How could I forget?" Cat sighed deeply and rested her chin on her palm. "He introduced me to one of his friends named Heather, and she is planning a hunt."

Jared, Oscar, and Wyatt, drunk and sex-deprived, started banging on the walls in rhythm, like a drunken drumline. Aaron raised his phone and pushed it across the table toward Knox. “Sign up.” Knox narrowed his eyes. “A dating app? That’s it?” Aaron’s grin widened like the Cheshire Cat on crack. He tapped into his gallery. Photos of women appeared. Knox frowned. They looked oddly familiar. “This is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna pretend to be a girl… and catfish Victor.” Knox recoiled. “That’s insane.” He bit back the immediate, “fuck no,” that almost shot out of his mouth. Of course, it was Victor.

I don’t even know his name! After running and escaping from the thing he was scared of, we arrived at our home. I’m not sure if my brothers already met him, but they looked so worried about me. Thankful on this handsome stranger. Nana was also sitting on our couch. I don’t know if she was smiling or her reaction was just bland. “Where have you been, Catherine?” Felix asked. Eyebrows furrowed and his voice was mad again. “Read my book near the lake.”

She held her breath slightly, sensing something unusual, very dangerous and threatening, especially when Pandora imagined Aquela acting recklessly. The woman was surrounded by Kingston's pets. Cats—big cats of every different breed. Calculating cats. Fierce cats. The most striking was the cheetah, because it was the only cat Pandora had ever encountered in person. The rest were far enough away that they were somehow free to roam, leaving Aquela helpless there—sitting with her legs curled up, hugging herself, and burying her face between her knees. It looked like Aquela had fallen down, unable to do anything but scream in a voice that was now muffled.