Novel Cat Novels & Stories

Cat immediately perked up and looked at me with anticipation, as I explained, "I was thinking that you could change into some kind of revealing short skirt, flamboyant top, and cheap high heels in your apartment, then come over and knock on the door like I had ordered you to come here." Cat nodded her head as she began saying that she had the perfect outfit for a cheap whore. She really loved to talk about herself like that and always smiled when she did. We went on to lay out the basics of the scenario and decided to wing it as far as the minute details. She was really excited and we decided to try the scenario tomorrow after we finished grocery shopping.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

Eros' POV “Cici!” My gaze turned straight as I walked closer to Cici — my cat — which I adopted a few months ago. A small cat with grayish-white fur was leaning on top of the back of a woman’s feet I met just yesterday. Kanya shifted her gaze from Cici to me. She was shocked very clearly from her two eyelids held high when I called out the name of the little cat. “Is this your cat? Why ... can it be outside?” I let Kanya curiously ask before I answered.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

assistant"> Aiden POV I've fought rogues. Broken bones with my bare hands. Stood across negotiating tables from Alphas who would've happily ripped my throat out if it benefited them. None of that prepared me for this. Cat is curled against my chest, breathing unevenly, fingers twisted in my shirt like she's anchoring herself to something solid while the heat still rolls through her in waves. Every instinct inside me is screaming. Claim. Hold. Finish what the bond started. I don't move.

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

We ran into each other as I was leaving. Oblivious to the connections forming in my head, he continues, “it’s been a while, Nova. A lot has happened. I heard from a little mouse that you can’t recollect a single thing. I'm trying not to take it personally, you not remembering me, it stings.” He touches his chest, as if me not recognizing him has hurt his feelings. “Let me reintroduce myself. Name’s Cato, baby. And I’ve been waiting a very long time for Levi to take his leash off of you.” Cato with his shoulder length messy chocolate brown hair and blank dark eyes buzzes with rage. An all consuming anger. He’s a predator. And I’m the prey.

Once, he had even revived a dying, hungry, kitty. But not even a modest dog who had once revived a dying, hungry kitty, was prepared for what Cat had in store today. The snow began to flurry like rampaging cicadas, making Cat hard to see, and the night even colder. As Dog stepped outside the box and Cat came closer, he could see the villainous glint in her only good eye. "I am here because I want to eat," Cat bellowed, in a hopeful tone.

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.