Novel Cat Novels & Stories

said Wenny who started teasing. "Ummm, maybe! Then now there are two hungry cats!” the answer teased back with saw Wenny. "Me? Emm__ is the one cat with three colour and the other one is an orange cat, which is hungry because its mother is gone! Hahahaha” Wenny said with laughing. "No! I am a noble Persian cat, you filthy scum cat! Yes, right!" said Ilona. "Ups! No way! I'm a Persian cat, you're an Egyptian cat without fur! Not cute!” protested Wenny.

That's when I realized a black cat was standing in the doorway. "Cat?" I was surprised. When did he come? Where from? "Nice to meet you, lycan king, Daran Carver," greeted the cat. "News of my arrival spreads so quickly," muttered Daran. Then, the cat stepped into the room where we were sitting. "In our world, news like this spreads hundreds of miles daily." The cat jumped and sat next to me. Can cats talk? I wondered. Is it some kind of fairy or magical creature?

Katrina said as she whistled in her usual rhythmic voice and Althea rolled her eyes saying, "Ugh! Not again!" A black cat walked towards Althea and she could not even see the face of her. She meowed and roamed around her feet and she shooed her away. "Hey, don't be rude to her. She missed you," Althea had a cat named Casper which was later on changed by Katrina and is now known as Cruella. "Cruella, come to me, my love. She's not interested in you... even after so many decades." "I hate cats..." Althea said boringly when Katrina answered, "Shut up, Althea."

She sighed softly and brought out her English text book and her homework, unfortunately she will have to go to bed late because she hasn't done her homework yet! *** Catherine was sitting in a secluded place where she knew none of the students will be wandering off to and decided to study there. One of the major reasons why she was there was also because of Ace. Fucking Ace, thank goodness he hasn't disturb her for a few days now. She was reading a romance book she bought at a book store on her way to school earlier that morning. Catherine loves reading, especially romance books and sometimes werewolf books too. This particular book in her hand has been out in the market for over a year but

A cat blinked at me from a stack of poetry. “Looking for anything specific?” the old lady asked. “Something old,” I said. “Something rare. Italian. About rebirth. Survival.” She nodded, and twenty minutes later she brought out a first edition—“La Fenice: The Phoenix.” It was a story of pain, death, and rebirth. The tale of a girl who burned in the fire and rose stronger. The cover was worn leather, gold-pressed lettering. Inside, hand-stitched. I opened the last page and tucked in a pressed lily. Katarina favorite flower.

One black cat flicked its tail beneath a lavender bush, staring at the world with the expression of someone who had been disappointed for a very long time. “Kitty.” Issa made a sound I had never heard from a normal human being. Max stepped forward immediately. I caught his collar. He jerked backward. “Mommyyyyy.” “Do not mommyyyyy me.” “The white one is Sofia,” Nathan said. “The gray one is Dante. The black one is Cannoli.” “Cannoli?” I stared at him. “You named a black cat Cannoli?” “He used to bite when he was little. Sweet on the outside, criminal on the inside.”

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one

“What a vicious little bitch. The only reason my owner can’t lose weight is because you bound her to that stupid weight-swap system! “Every pound my owner loses goes straight onto you, and every pound you gain from stuffing your face gets dumped onto her. That’s why the more she diets, the fatter she gets! “Owner, you may be the minor side character in this story, but you’ve actually got amazing luck. You have to stay away from this trashy man and this scheming witch. Not only are they going to get you killed, after you die they’ll use your money to start a company and end up on top!” Listening to the cat’s furious rant, then seeing the gloating look on Chloe’s face, something twisted hard i

​Catherine stepped past them, her movements fluid and arrogant, her eyes never leaving the book. She didn't look at Dave or Laura; to her, they were merely the tools that had performed the necessary labor. She was the architect, and this was her final design. ​"You look confused," Catherine remarked, her voice echoing against the vaulted ceiling. She paused before the pedestal, her fingers hovering inches above the cover of the codex. "You thought this was a story of redemption, of a cursed boy and a girl with the power of the stars. But it is much simpler than that. It is a story of consumption."

Sincerely, Cora" Okay, good enough. With that taken care of, Cora fed her cat Ringo and curled up in bed with the big tabby and a romance novel. That was about the closest she was going to get to her perfect match - a warm cat on her feet and a hot hero on a page.