Aphrodite Cats Novels & Stories

She was wearing a black nightie with a white long robe Her n*pples could be seen glaring from the thin fabric she wore and she applied a light make-up on her face making her look delicious to eat. "Here" Cleopatra handed her some pills. "Are you sure this is going to work?" Cheetah asked Cleopatra for the second time. "Of course! I'm sure Aurelio is wild in bed so take this aphrodisiac to boost up the night" Cleopatra winked. Cheetah looked at the pills before nodding. She brought out her phone to call Aurelio

Adi screamed in fear. "Bones!" Alfred shouted. A black cat with green eyes came in front of them making his way towards Alfred. He started rubbing his neck against Alfred's leg. "Nothing to be scared of. He is Mr Bones. He has been staying here since I know. He is a friendly cat." Alfred said with a smile on his face. It looked like he loved the cat and so did the cat. Adi bent down and rubbed on the cat's head, smiling at it. The cat meowed at her implying that he trusts her. She smiled at it again.

Moonie's back arched like a horseshoe, her tiny whiskers bristled with indignation, and she leapt off the bed and fled the room on tiny winged paws. Adrienne followed, hard on her heels. If by some quirk of fate she was to be given a second chance, she wanted one thing. To bring Moonshadow back to the sixteenth century with her. Adam snapped his fingers as well. "Do not think to change your mind midcourse. You agreed to this, my King. It wasn't just my idea." Adrienne groaned. She was in the gardens again. It happened three more times in quick succession and each time she tried desperately to capture Moonie. A part of her mind protested that this simply couldn't be happening. but another par

Faintly, from far off, the song from the Indian movie I had not turned off still floated through the house. From the corner of my eye, I finally noticed the one thing that offended me the most: Ash’s four cats did not care at all. Pepper curled up on the corner chair, licking his back leg like the world was perfectly fine, Mama Mozzarella slept on her back on the carpet, her white belly on full display without shame, Marble perched on the edge of a shelf watching us like a bored judge, and Spaghetti was busy chasing his own shadow on the wall.

Since both of the cats belonged to same ancient specie of cats, it did not take that long for Nero and Monami to find each other and meet again. Tracking each other's scents was all it takes for antediluvian cats to sense another presence of their kinds. Likewise, under the shade of the moonlight, the small cat that looks like a cotton was gazing on the stars. Facing her back at the approaching figure of Nero. Nero exhales a mouthful of air, relaxing. It was like he was attending his first date. He gently walks towards Monami, calling its name using the sweetest voice that he can muster.

“Your Majesty。” Aphrodite went into the bedroom. She bowed gracefully to me. Her breasts were still full and her waist was still slim. But she was much healthier than she had been on that rainy day. She has no make-up on. Her hair is simply tied up without any unnecessary decorations, and even her clothes are quite simple.

I whisper. Adrian’s eyes widen. “Is this okay?” “She doesn’t let strangers touch her,” I say, stunned. He laughs softly, clearly pleased, and gently scratches behind her ears. “I guess she has good taste.” “Or you’re secretly a cat whisperer.” “Guilty,” he says lightly. “I grew up with cats. Dogs are great, but cats? They choose you.” “I think she’s decided you’re acceptable,” I say dryly. “I will treasure this honor.”

"It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you." I went rigid. The comments had said it was his brother's cat. Why was he saying it was his? [Huh? Did the male lead remember wrong? Wasn't that cat raised by Mr. Stafford?] [Maybe he loved it so much he just treated it like his own. He's an ailurophile, after all.] [So the male lead treats the supporting female character differently because she resembles his old cat? See? There's no way he actually likes her.] Ian paid no attention to my stiffened body. He continued calmly.

Aphrodite sat upright as she looked at the babe and I placed the babe in her arms. "Oh, she smells so good," Aphrodite moaned as she closed her eyes before they opened to look right into mine. I brought my hand up to caress her cheek before I leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, "only the best for you, my Aphrodite. Now, eat." Her fangs elongated before she greedily dug her face into the babes neck and the babe screeched as Aphrodite drank from her. I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.