Scary Games Cat Scratch Novels & Stories

“Later. Scarlett and Alexander were just playing cards. Why don’t you join us?” Scarlett’s smile turned playful, recovering with impressive speed. “We’re playing Moonrise,” she said lightly. “It’s a game for ranking members.” Her gaze flicked over me. “I’m not sure an omega would be familiar with it,” she said gently, almost apologetically, “but you’re welcome to watch.” I didn’t respond. I simply reached for the deck on the table and began shuffling. This kind of game had bored me before I was seven. Lycans didn’t waste time on things so simple. We were taught strategy, not parlor tricks.

As Riley leaned over, poised to pounce on his innocent victim, Scarlett grabbed at his hand. It wasn't just another excuse to touch him--the thought of him fighting was one thing but she didn’t want to see it. It made her stomach turn, giving her that same feeling as the time her neighbour’s cat had caught a bird in the bushes. The poor thing had squealed and flapped to no avail, and though she’d desperately wanted to save the poor little thing, her mother stopped her. It was just nature, she said, and it was kinder to let it take its course.

Winter nights were the worst. So yeah—having a room of my own? Felt unreal. I walked up to the bedroom door, didn't hesitate at all, knocked hard, and shouted, "Hey! I haven't eaten in forever! Feed me or I'm gonna pass out!" The Chat Feed lost it. [Is she trying to die? Who knocks like that in a horror game? Something's gonna jump out and eat her.] [No way she's that calm. She's faking it.] [I bet her fear rating hits 100 in three seconds. Let's watch her die.]

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

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."

"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.