Scary Games Cat Scratch Novels & Stories

"Dare your way to hell." Gray had purchased a card game which we later found out had 'adult' dares. The moment Mrs. Croft found out about it, she confiscated it. "I thought she threw the game away," Cam laughed, clearly thinking about the day that happened. "Mom was so mad at you." Gray chuckled, "Fun times." "We could play the game later tonight too," Kate said with a grin and then turned to look at Jay. "What did you put in the box?" "Nothing," Jay said. "I thought it was lame."

in all caps, but the cashier has no problem when Calder grabs my hand and pulls me inside. And if the condition of the bathroom is any indication, we're not the first ones to ignore the sign. "Don't touch the walls," I say, shying away from the grungy tile. "Where else are we going to hang this?" He rips open the package for our newly purchased game and pulls out a large, glossy poster of a very tan, very ripped, very naked man. The model is missing his important parts, of course, but it's still a lot to take in.

As I slipped on my clothes, I was hyperaware of the cold marble that sat in my hand, waiting patiently for its moment to shine. "I know the game is about taking risks, but that---that was insane." Camille exhaled, and I couldn't help notice the slight tremble of her hands. This was the most I had heard Camille speak, Helena too from the looks of it. "What was that? What kind of---thing makes that sound?" "It was a bobcat. A poisonous one apparently." I grimaced. I left out one fact, that the inhuman wailing hadn't come from the creature, it had come from the old crone.

" The scarred man often enjoyed hunting in the mountains, but when he captured prey, he wouldn't immediately finish it off. Instead, he'd give the prey a glimmer of hope and let it escape. When the prey believed it had escaped, he'd recapture and kill it. He would make his prey experience the utmost despair before eventually dying in agony. To the scarred man, Catherine was now just like the prey he had recently captured. However, this was just the scarred man's imagination. After all, he was facing Catherine. Catherine idly played with her fingers. She was thoroughly uninterested in the scarred man's nonsense. She remained calm and casually looked up, with her eyebrows slightly arched. "Sto

Rocco fumbled for his phone and dialed Caterina's number. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable…" Unavailable? Caterina never turned off her phone. He dialed again. Still unavailable. "Rocco," Scarlett cooed, her voice a seductive whisper as she sat on his lap. "Caterina… she's just trying to scare you. You know how she-wolves are. They love to play these little games." "What?" "The bigger the scene she makes, the more you need to hold your ground," Scarlett said, running a finger down his chest. "You're the Alpha. You can't let your Luna have you wrapped around her little finger."

“Wait… Are you scared of cats?” “No, I am not,” I say firmly, keeping as much distance as I can. Her brows lift. “Then why did you just jump away like that?” “I didn’t jump—” “Oh, look, kitty, seems like the great Kyle Sinclair is scared of you,” she teases in a baby voice. The cat meows as if agreeing with her. “For the record, I am not scared of cats,” I grumble. “And I did not jump away.” I point at the thing still nestled in her arms. “That thing is dangerous.”

The scratching became more urgent and Selena hesitated, “I think it’s Mr. Kitty.” Right when she said so, they heard the long mew. “He’s probably hungry.” They saw the doorknob moved suddenly and they both shuddered, instantly clamping the blanket over their chest. Cassandra grumbled under her breath as the ragdoll cat had a paw on the handle, its white body pushing the door open. She glared, “Not in my room, beasty! Shoo!”

I wanted to bite those breasts, even over her tank top. “My kitten likes to be abused.” I whispered and heard her let out a low moan, almost a meow, and carefully inserted a third finger and Scarlett's breathing quickened. I could feel my fingers getting wetter as the third finger went in more easily and I started moving my hand in and out with force. Scarlett wiggled and squirmed until she held onto my shirt and closed her legs a little tighter, trapping my hand. “How wet you got with just a few thrusts.” The wet sound of my fingers slapping against her sex echoed around the room, even with the television on. “You are a very naughty kitten.”

"Easy, kitty, I don't bite," the person laughed. I turned to the person and screamed again. The guy was freaking tall, flaming head and eyes with a scar, like the scar Mufasa's brother had but his was glowing lava. "Hey! Stop screaming!" He shouted. I continued screaming until he clamped his hand over mine, his hot hand! I jumped away from him, fanning my mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to… did I burn you?"

She encouraged, excited as he flashed his angry eyes at her before shackling her wrist with his hand and pulling her away. After she thanked the amused crowds for coming, they slowly began to break into their groups. Some fell into light conversation while others approached the buffet table for snacks. As she reached to help her sister with the table, Samuel caught her hand. "So you want to play games?" "No." She yelped as he held both hands across her chest, pinning her against him. "June." Samuel laughed at her efforts to get free, only tightening his hold. "Get me a slice."