Scary Games Cat Scratch Novels & Stories

Under the blue like of the aquarium with the shadows of moving fishes swimming over my bare skin; I could see the eyes of the man who had paid for me — cold blue eyes, motionlessly watching my every reaction. “Good evening.” I mumbled it under my breath. “I'm cat.” I touched my chest. He guided his gaze over the tight fitted belly top that hugged my boobs, and left a well defined cleavage at the top. That's exactly what he was looking at. Suddenly a thought popped up at the back of my mind. A game, actually. The corner of my lips pulled into a small smile. “I know a game,” I drew close, dropping to my knees slowly. I watched carefully as his eyes tailed my body, lowering until it was resting

Scar whispers, pulling at his hair and making his way into the bathroom attached to his tiny room, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scar's hair just wasn't satisfying his urge to feel something. He was disappointed in himself, he was acting like a reckless teenager and the worst of it was he didn't even know how old she was! What if she were a minor? What if Scar was thinking these unholy thoughts about a teenager? Scar clawed at his wrists breaking the skin on them once again. He grunted and moaned out in pain. Scar felt good, it felt good when he felt something - even if that something was pain. Scar could feel the tears running down his face, he had officially lost it... again.

What better place than the most dangerous state in North America. I heard the ruffling through the bushes and I turnaround, knowing it's probably Scarlet, I make a few weird sounds and call for her "Scarlet..come here, girl .."Her paws soundproof her steps as she runs to me, she suddenly stops right at my feet and hisses loudly baring her teeth. That's never happened before, I slowly reach out my hand, and she backs off and hisses more before I know it she's already scratched my hand. I feel a pull at my backbone and Mage immerses out of me, Scarlet runs away back into the bushes scared and frightened.

I embraced it, letting it fuel my actions and guide my words. “I want to know why you brought me here, Scar,” I said calmly, coldly. “You must be enjoying this little game you’re playing. The game where you treat me as an object of your obsession for a few days, kiss me, touch me, and then throw me away when you get bored with me? Or maybe, perhaps the game is over now, and you’ve decided to kill me. You don’t need me anymore, do you? You’ve gotten what you wanted from me, and now you’re bored..."

causing her eyes to widen with terror. She screamed as I trailed my fingers up her thighs, and Jessica began to laugh at her reaction. "Oh, poor thing. You better submit to him because you no longer have a mate!” Jessica shouts at her with mockery in her eyes. Scarlet throws her a dirty gaze. "You disgusting bitch!” She gritted her teeth, struggling to run from me.

Caleb growls. Just then, through the crowd, I see a little blob of blonde hair fly through the room. “What the fuck is going on!” she screams and I have never been so happy to see my kitten. She stands on the table, her aura pressing out and it seems to wake up the woman in the room as they blink a few times before one of them flinches besides me. “Hi, can you stop touch my ass now?” she immediately removes her hand and backs away, terrified.

"This pretend game of yours is going to get me killed!" "Not if I keep her properly distracted." he wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I want to vomit, the sight of her legs up around his waist seared into my mind forever. I know exactly what he means by distraction. I got to witness it firsthand last night. "Ewww, gross," I scrunch up my face as I try to shake the thought of them making out from my mind. "How do you even let that witch touch you? She's so evil!"

She stared at the screen with desire and kept licking her lips. Holding the greedy cat in his arms, Daniel said, "Honey, I can tell that you want to eat spicy crab now."

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

"I've been inside that goddamn body, so yes, Bianca, I do own you and I have a fucking say in who gets to touch you." "Well, you thought wrong. I fucked you just two times and suddenly, you think I handed you license to my body? Fuck you and fuck your sociopathic alpha male tendencies along with you. I'm done playing this stupid game." "Game?" He chuckled darkly, his voice quiet and deadly, "is that what you think this is? A game?" "I don't fucking care. I'm leaving." I hissed. "You're never leaving. I don't care if I have to handcuff you to my bed, I'm never letting you go, Bianca," he said, super bloody serious. I scoffed and his eyes turned cold at my outburst. "You better get used to it.