Scaredy Cat Novels & Stories

Is he scared to sleep alone? "Look, I am not kidding... Those two... " Jeremy held her arm and Jacques looked at him. "...they hump like teenagers in heat all the time and Scar...she's loud... like really loud! You know her nickname is Kitty, right? She really makes cat-like noises...I'm not kidding!" he added, seeing her unimpressed face. "I know! I've heard it!" "Why were you listening?" Jacques asked with her face scrunched up in disgust. "That's a weird hobby you have... listening to your friends...Do you just listen or...eww!"

My mouth fell open for a second there as she pushed my arms away and walked away from me, moving to leave. I blinked repeatedly in surprise, then her last word replayed in my head filling me with rage, "scaredy cat" Just as she reached for the door handle I pulled her back and pinned her to the door. If she thought she would insult me and walk out in one piece she had another thing coming. "Who you calling a scaredy cat?" I asked in a low tone, glaring daggers at her flushed face. That same flowery scent that messed with my senses earlier flooded my nostrils without permission and was actively saturating the air.

He was desperate to touch her soft skin, and the screams distracted him. Hearing those screams, he slammed the door open and came out hurriedly, fuming angrily. He saw a gigantic black cat whose mouth was loaded with fresh human blood. His hazel eyes were more scary and traumatic for him. He had never seen a black panther in his entire life. And the black cat sat on him.

It was clearly true. It was the first time that Scott and Cohen had faced such a wild beast. They were terrified, but they didn't dare to turn and run. Big cats were known for having a particular characteristic, which was that they enjoyed chasing after prey that were trying to escape. So, no matter how scared Cohen and Scott were, they had no choice but to endure it. "Mr. Ballard, d-did you bring a gun?" Scott asked, his voice trembling. Sebastian smiled calmly and said, "Don't worry! It's just a tiger!"

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

I smacked my head again. I don't even remember the last time I thought of Snow. But cats fascinate me. Especially their eyes. They're scary when fierce and really adorable when calm. And many people would say it's the same for other animals, like dogs. I disagree. Dogs look cute whether angry or calm. It's when you look at the teeth and other features that they become scary as hell.

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

She huffed out with a pout, causing me to chuckle. ‘Adorable.’ My inner demon purred out in my mind. ‘Very adorable.’ I agreed, before pressing the gas since the light turned green. “You know you don’t have to be scared of me kitten. I would never want you to be afraid of me.” “Can’t help it,” She glanced at me, “Your kinda scary looking.” “In a sexy, daddy way right?” “W-What?!”

Alcohol is a funny thing. As I walk through the courtyard I hear the sound of rustling that makes me freeze in my tracks. My adrenaline spikes, my heart pounds and I immediately slip my keys between my fingers. I cautiously look around, my fear choking me. Suddenly I see something jump out of a nearby shrub and I let out a shriek of fright, clutching my chest only to see one of my neighbour's cats staring at me like I’m crazy. I slowly catch my breath and let out a relieved chuckle. “You scared the hell out of me Thackery.”

The world around me faded into the background, leaving only the haunting presence of Clyde and the biting frost that consumed me. I found myself caught in a chilling moment, my heart pounding in my chest. "Now you know what place you have in this game, little kitty." The sinister tone in Clyde's voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she strained to decipher his words amidst the malevolence that dripped from his every syllable. As I stood there, frozen in fear, I could only watch in a petrified silence as Clyde's mouth moved with calculated precision, forming shapes that were meant to taunt and threaten.