Aristocats Novels & Stories

“My little kitty, are you driving a sports car or an Ox Cart? Why so slow, Baby?” Evan taunted while looking at his little kitty who is trying her best to control speed within safe range. She forgot the fact that she is in the city of crime. Xarxe belongs to him. He is the rule here. Nothing can restrict her here except…

He regards me for a moment, and leans forward, placing his fists on either side of me. “I'm sorry, Kitten. I didn't mean to vent my anger on you last night.” My jaw goes slack. Did an overinflated egoistic, arrogant and conceited billionaire just apologize to me? I am still trying to come to terms with that, when a cruel dark smirk curls his lips. He grabs my chin, and runs a thumb roughly over my lips. “But I'm not sorry for anything else.”

The man offered her a polite smile before moving away to maintain a respectful distance. "Thank you," Sera said. "Is that a kitten? She is so cute," the man cooed, clearly fawning over the little bundle. "It's he. He is a man..I mean, he is a male kitten," Sera corrected. "Oh, my bad. He is Persian, isn't he?" Armando asked, intrigued. "Yeah. he is," Sera concurred, fondly stroking the kitten's fur.

Ariston stuttered, “it’s just…the Vyris is dead, we thought maybe—” Adrian waved a lazy hand, pointing directly at Ariston. “You do know a Vyris can be destroyed on purpose and it doesn’t automatically translate to the owner being dead…right?” I asked sweetly. “How do I know you didn’t smash it yourselves just to get an excuse to march in here with your little army?” Ariston went pale, his fists clenched so tightly that I was expecting his bones to pop. “Forgive my family, Your Majesty,” Ariston mumbled, head down, staring at his plate like it personally offended him. “It never crossed my mind to offend you.”

I say, thinking about his beautiful, euphorically swirling paintings, imbued with such fierce emotion. “Well, I’ll make sure he doesn’t get the wrong idea. Really, it’s nothing to get all serious about,” Kitty says defensively, biting her lip. “It’s just one date.” “What’s this I hear about a date?” Alastaire says. He must have snuck up on us through the front door while we were talking, and is leaning in the doorway wearing nothing but Tommy Hilfiger Boxer shorts. “Ew,” Kitty says, flickering her eyes over his beautiful, lightly-tanned physique, her expression so twisted in disgust you’d never believe she’s looking at People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive. “Go put on some clothes Alastaire.”

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.

He chatted away as he led me through the back of the house to his study. “Likewise, do you ever age?” I laughed, relieved by his warm welcome. “It’s these werecat genes, they run strong in my family.” He proudly patted his slim belly. Tristan ScarClaw was in his late 50s and not a grey hair in sight. He still looked like the man I met a little over nine years ago during my time here in Andora. He was tall and lean, with dark blond hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is on the much lighter side, of were-cats. Anyone would think he was albino. His family lineage ran deep, belonging to a rare clowder of cats that hailed from Andora. Their specific tribe resembled snow leopards - their family comi

"Auntie Ruri, Mr. Ardi, uncle Ujang..." Cherry shouted out to all the workers of Langit house. "Yes, Miss," replied Ruri, the first who answered Cherry's call, uncle Ujang and Mr Ardi followed after that, and they walked in hurry. "What's up, miss? There's rats, is there? There's cockroaches, isn't there?" Mr Ardi was crowded himself, while Ujang looked at Cherty with a look for an explanation.

He rubbed his face on my palm before licking it passionately as he pressed his body against mine. He is still taller than me, despite my growth. He also grew taller. The lower part of his hair was turning brown, and his scent was quite alluring for some reason. He licked and nibbled on my ears while I indulged in his scent. I almost moaned because his warm breath tickled my extremely sensitive ears. I covered my mouth with my free hand to stop myself from making a noise. I couldn't retaliate since I was the one who provoked the clingy and jealous cat.

Phew, how I visited the Finnish steam room, honestly . After enduring the torture of a moralizing dinner, Louis quickly retired to his room, opened his laptop and found that Kit had changed avatars - everywhere and everywhere. Now with each baring his teeth in a rather scary grin, the Cheshire cat from one of the gothic toys about Alice in Wonderland. Slanted predatory eyes and a tattooed muzzle. And between his ears, the inscription flashed - Kitty wanna play ... Lou somehow felt uneasy, both from the avatar and from this inscription. It looks like his girl is not in a good mood... However, it's hard to blame her for this... He remembered the trick of the Sydney fans and again felt a fit of