Aristocats Novels & Stories

Riley muttered, folding her arms. Suddenly, Armani stepped forward. “Today, my brothers and I will be sending some Wild Cats on a mission,” he announced. Riley’s eyes lit up as she listened closely. “This mission isn’t particularly difficult,” Armani continued. “So the Wild Cats selected will be those ranked from the bottom—numbers one hundred to ninety.” Riley smiled. “I’m ranked one hundred,” she said a little too loudly. “So I’ll be going.” The hall went silent. Everyone turned to stare at her—most of them glaring, confused by her obvious excitement.

I opened the copy of the Criminal Code I always carried and draped it over my legs to keep warm. Using what little battery my phone had left, I searched for the address of a nearby 24‑hour print shop. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Carmen. A photo followed. She was in a brightly lit private hospital VIP ward, flashing a peace sign at the camera. Carmen: [Arista, the doctor says my kidneys are failing and I need a relative to be matched.] Carmen: [Relatives have the highest compatibility, you know. Arista, you're my sister. You wouldn't just watch me die, would you? Hehe.]

"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.

Just the raw, industrial architecture of the Northern legacy. "They're not even meeting us at the gate," I noted, my eyes scanning the shadows of the catwalks above. "They're trying to project a lack of concern. They want us to walk into the facility feeling like outsiders." "Let them play the ghost game," Kane rumbled. He reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around my waist and pulling me back into the shelter of a support pillar. The movement was sudden, possessive, and entirely devoid of the professional distance the league required.

I said as I displayed the necessary documents on the table “That would be all, thank you so much Joe” I said as we finished the meeting “I’m glad I am purchasing the properties from Mason, now for the birthday girl” “What does she not have?” I asked “she has everything” that’s the problem with rich kids, you never know what to get for them “Has she been asking you for anything recently?” I asked finding it difficult to know how to help “Well while she was having her birth, she kept saying ‘Max’, when I asked her mom who max was, she said it’s a puppy from a cartoon she loves watching, by the way she’s four”

"Well then, you already said I can eat whatever I want, so I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to order a lot of food at a high price, is that okay with you?" He simply laughed and then touched his nape. "You're truly incredible. It's fine with me, that's nothing. Anything you want, I'll order it for you." I grin. "Thank you, Sir. You're becoming slightly more kind right now, just slightly," I laughed softly. He raises his brows and smiles at me. "Why is it slight?" "Because you're still an arrogant boss. A bad boss, perhaps? Sorry for the term, but that's what it is."

Pakora, Aarav’s cat, sprang from the hedges below and sauntered up. “Hey girl, now’s not a good time. Sorry.” He reached to pet the cat on the head, but it hissed and arched its back. “What’s the matter? You know me.” He moved closer, but this time Pakora sprang forward, sinking her teeth into his finger.

Lady Mendez asks Arabella. Lady Arabella is in her 40’s the eldest of us gathered, and the seeming leader of the circle of women gathered. “They are,” She replies. “Invitations to their party will be sent out this week, you are all invited of course.” It was pretty rare for were cats to produce twins and they both live. Werecats for whatever reason seem to have harder births than other shifters. “Have you and Lord Yowler found them suitable matches now they are of age to be married off?” Lady Mendez extends her line of questions.

Archer dismissed him and went straight to his study. Brady chuckled at the reaction of his bestfriend. Archer was always like this, no one knew what was going inside his mind. At her room, Catherine was in awe. The full room was decorated in a princess style with pink and purple. Though she wasn't a big fan of pink but she liked the combination. She walked inside the big walk-in closet. It was fully stocked with all branded dresses, shoes, bags, cosmetics and lingeries. She wandered around her big bedroom until she heard a soft knock on her door.

OK, so Officer Randell wasn’t pulling my leg. “Told you so Alsie-Alsie. Big cats, and thumbs.” “It’s just Alsie, Detective Alsie. You do know there is a breed of cats with extra digits, right? They’re called polydactyl cats. Polydactyl means extra digits. It’s really, not that weird, uncommon, but not weird.” Not going to lie, a big cat, bigger than a lion being a polydactyl is weird. But I’m not about to tell Office Randell that.