Written Kitten Novels & Stories

" What.. what are you doing..I am supposed to give birth to your child only..." Silvia whimpered lowly, pleasure building on the pit of her stomach. " hush, Kitten! It's mandatory to stay happy during pregnancy...I am just doing my duties..", he whispered back with a sinister smile, pushing his fingers inside her wetness slowly. Being the daughter of the werewolf hunter, Silvia Stuart had to choose a secretive life after her father's death. Away from the werewolf shadows, Silvia, the eighteen year old beauty wanted nothing but a decent life. Everything was going well until one night Alpha Seth King broke into her life as a nightmare. Killed by her hunter father, Seth wanted nothing but to avenge his mate's death. In the spare of her life, Seth offered her a deal to be his surrogate. A journey started from destined enemies, could they find their path or some unexpected secrets were bound to destroy them together?

Ever felt being just a white paper having nothing written? Or a white crayon? Like feeling useless? Cause I do. I'm Amira. A Blank Canvas.

“Is there something I can help you find, love?” His rich, smoky, slightly accented voice made it hard for me to concentrate. “I…uh. I…I was w-wondering w-where the c-coffee maker was.” Was that my voice? Since when did I sound like a sultry sex kitten? I slowly looked up. I was met with his intense baby blues and once again my body, the treasonous bitch, reacted to him. It took all I had to swallow and don’t think I missed for one second the way his eyes followed my natural body function. This man was sex incarnate and if I was being forced to cohabitate with him I was going to have to be extra careful. “I don’t drink that shit.” His mouth pulled to the side in his trademark smirk. “Then what’s in that?” I point to his mug. “It’s tea.” He said, trying not to smile. “Close your mouth, love. Unless you want me to put something in it?” He whispered in my ear.

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.

Four years and three months—one thousand, five hundred and forty-seven days—I have known Celia was mine. I have watched over her, listened to her, protected her. There is nothing I have not done and would not do to keep her safe and mine. What it started as. I do not know. but now it can only be defined as an obsession. Celia is mine. Like me, she has known it all this time. Why she is suddenly fighting me as our wedding day draws closer, I do not understand. It does not matter. The day is nothing more than a formality. I have never claimed to be a good or patient man. For her I was. That time is at an end. My kitten is baring her claws. She will find the veneer of civility I show the world is far thinner than she ever imagined—for in the end I am Bratva. We take what we want, ruthlessly and completely, and we never let it go. his novel includes spankings and rough sexual scenes. If such things offend you, please do not purchase.

The lovelies only between the couple who done love marriage??? Can’t It be in arranged marriage??     Who said love is only between same-age people?? It can be between any age people.    Harshal Sanghi and Pankaj Mittal are coupled with an age gap of 7 years.    While Harshal is an 18 years old girl who had an aspiring dream for her career.    Pankaj Is a 25 years old and successful charted Accountant. He had his firms.     On their first meeting, she will become his little kitten but, she is not an easy girl to take everything so, so it ended up with a harshal warning. Why did he get warned by her in the first meet?? What made her show her tough side to him??    They both tie the knot with their parent's choices. Will they fall in love with each other?? Will she achieve her dreams??? Will he be her support?? will their arranged marriage last forever???          This is my first book and totally from my imagination. This book had love and family emotions. Let's travel together through their journey. Hope you all will like it and support me.

Warning: This story contains BDSM steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.Recommended for readers who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth. ……. My father is a powerful politician. His enemies killed my mother. Now they want me. To keep me alive, he hires the most expensive security company in the city. Three men show up at my door and drag me to a secret beach house. Dante, Nikolai and Enzo My bodyguards. My captors. I’m a medical student. I’m supposed to study for exams, not stitch up gunshot wounds and listen to bloody stories that make my thighs press together. I should hate them.I should be begging to go home, not aching for the men that might destroy me. Instead, I let them pin me to the wall, big bodies caging me in, heat rolling off their skin as rough hands toy with the buttons of my shirt. One of them leans down and growls in my ear, “We’ve wanted to do this since the first day we laid eyes on you kitten”

I glue my back to the door hoping it would swallow me up as a whole. “Is my feisty kitten scared now?” his 6’2 tall figure towering over me. Pulling up his right hand from his pocket, he grips onto my nape, bringing my face infront of his, mingling our breaths. I attach my hands to his chest in an attempt to put some distance between us. My efforts turn futile when he won’t budge but instead shoves his face into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent. “There is no point in running away now, kitten. You are already trapped” he speaks against my skin. Sparks erupt through my body, travelling down my spine and settling between my legs. Another hand going around my waist pulling me closer to dig his face deeper into my neck. “No wonder you always had men swarming around you all the time!” his deep growls affecting me in a way it shouldn’t.

FICTIONARY TALES: A collection of short stories. Welcome to fictionary tales all written by me which include topics such as KARMA, Love, Revenge, Trauma, Tragedy, Happy endings, Sad endings, Mystery, Adventure and so much more!!

Clarabel Jones, a florist, was forced into marriage with her childhood arch-enemy, Aiden Smith. Aiden Smith, a renowned oil businessman from a very wealthy background was however indifferent about the arranged marriage. The marriage was a written down instruction from their grandparents.