Leo can turn into a cat whenever he pleases. It has its advantages and disadvantages. A disadvantage is Jay, Leo's high school classmate that annoyingly likes cats. Leo's whole routine changes when Jay appears, creating an obstacle for Leo. But as they start to hang out more, unfortunately for Leo, they develop a unique bond.

August gets transported to the beast world and keeps being mistaken for a female. (note: human man in beast world where actual females (i.e. women) are present) "You smell like a female." "I can assure you! I am a male!" "Prove it." *Proceeds to pull down pants* "See! I have the same bits as you!" "hmmm there must be an error" ---------------------- Story complete, editing complete ---------------------- This story is inspired by a LOT of beastmen novel that I have mostly read on NovelUpdates. The characters used are original, however the setting and ML traits may share similarities from a number of works. This story is however, original, not a fanfic, and not a translation. The characters are original - the world is the typical beast world *photos from canva - i.e. not mine. I just put them together

Normal was the goal. Fate brought fur and a punchline. Brayden's life is a chaotic mess with the appearance of a broodingly possessive Alpha Damien and one ridiculously inconvenient mate bond later. Lukewarm coffee is out and ancient pack laws are in. Brayden is having none of it, determined to resist this unwanted destiny with a full-scale sarcastic rebellion against this supernatural nonsense. Prepare for a darkly funny rom-com that gleefully claws its way out of the werewolf genre box. While Damien's possessiveness howls 'fated mate', Brayden's inner monologue is a laugh-out-loud revolt against any predetermined bond. His wit is sharp. His mate's teeth are sharper. Who bleeds first in this untamed romance? Excerpt: ''Dude! Let go!'' I yell, my voice muffled by the wall of flesh smashing my face. My one arm was still being held secure in the guy's grip and my other hand is now pinned to my side. Desperate to escape I resort to just wiggling my whole body, thrashing around to try and get loose. Instantly, I'm released and my anger comes back in full force. "You think you can file for harassment over a spilled drink!? Wait until I get a chance to talk to the police because holding me without my consent, against my will is actual harassment!" I yell at the man, trying to straighten my shirt.