Shang Chi X Katy Novels & Stories

Katy flush holding onto her pink bag,James grin. "Why are you all surprised to see me?I went for a few days and...." "Month"Katy interrupt. "Month it is,you look hot in the purple jacket got a date?...I'm available" "I'm not your type or let's put it the other way around,I'm here to see sasha"Katy smile at the Godmade angels in front of her "I need to go" "Let's speak in private purple,I'll catch up with you later pervert"Xander walk to the direction of a bench nodding for Katy to come ahead,James mouth drop.

“And defending his title for the eighth time is our reigning champ, from the hills of the prestigious Innu Tribal Nation, a werebear who just don’t care, make ya’ piss yourself with just one stare. The monster of angst, the maneater from the North, the unstoppable, the insatiable, the incomparable, and the literal KILLER bear… please put your hands together for KAAAAAAATSCH!” Katsh steps into the ring at a full seven feet tall and roars at the crowd. Everyone cheers and throws money at Ryuu who is working last second bets. I’ve never seen someone make Bronx look small, but Katsh towers over him. The two men stand in the middle of the ring with Dina between them. She barely comes to their wa

Katrina shouted, sending blasts back, trying to distract Shit Witch from attacking me. It worked, sort of. Instead of focusing on just meant Shit Witch had to divide her attention as she tried to attack us as we flanked her. As Katrina moved into position, August made his move, lunging at Shit Witch, putting the last bit of our combined energy into emitting a blinding white light.

My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf. Kitty has white fur that is slightly dreadlocks but not rough, she has claws that are sharp but not strong and sharp, she also has paws and hands that are colored like bubble gum. There’s no way if my wolf is an omega from the common people can look so luxurious and beautiful like that, right? And from the start Kitty had a necklace with a scarlet pendant instead of a yellow shoulder strap. “Forget about this for a while, Kate. You have to prepare a few things for the dinner party.”

Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job. "Angelo Giansson" "Present." She was reminded of Xavier's unbecoming reaction earlier. 'Lemon, what does that mean? Did Khai's scent stick to me?' "Edward Kjiellberg" "Present." She sniffs the hems of her sweatshirt, 'Holy crap, it did.' "Ashleigh Marie Nordin" "Present." Great, now she has to make sure Khai and Xavier never cross paths. Not that she had any plans of introducing them to each other in the first place, but still.

Catherine saw that some dancers bowed their heads and some looked into the nothingness. Catherine went to the speaker and plugged it’s wire to her phone and changed the music to The Shape of You by Ed Sheeran and she went to the dance floor and started dancing hip hop, specifically popping and locking. Everyone was surprised to Catherine’s hidden talent and suddenly Catherine approached Tristan, one of the ballet dancers, as if she’s challenging him. Catherine knew that Tristan can dance but he won’t budge.

Oh my ghosh "I scream falling back on my ass as pain flushes over my ass I didnt see Katy I just saw a white wolf seating down and staring at me What are you and what have you done with katty Tbc

Mei is already In love 🥰🥰🥰🥰 So Katika won't die bayii 🙄🙄🙄🙄 How will she even do this 🥺🥺🥺 I love y'all 💞💞

I turn and look for help, only to see Kol and Katerina, both fixing Shania with a dirty look as they storm over. Kat positions herself between Shania and I possessively and growls lowly. "If. I. Were. You. I'd. Get. Your. Dirty. Little. Hands. Off. My. Husband." Katerina growls slowly; her eyes pitch black with anger and the presence of her wolf. Shania, for some reason isn't phased at all, "you aren't with both of em love. Stick to Kol. You so aren't good enough for the likes of Kaden." She pops out a hip, and sticks her hand on it defiantly.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.