Bad Kitty Book Novels & Stories

For a few minutes I forgot everything else. We sat on the couch. Pink picked up her favorite book about Whiskers, a brave little mouse. "From the beginning?" she asked. "Always," I said. I read about Whiskers packing snacks and leaving home. Pink listened, eyes bright. She asked if she could be brave like Whiskers. I told her she already was. She nodded, half-asleep, but insisted I finish. When Whiskers returned home safe, Pink sighed, content. "That was a great story," she said.

I said, nodding as I spoke to Dad. Over the next few days, Greg gave me the full silent treatment. He blocked every way of contacting him. It was a tactic he used to control the situation as he was certain that I would be the one to give in first. Yet, this time, I didn’t want to bow down to him anymore. A week later, it was Greg’s birthday. I hadn’t planned on going, but considering the delicate balance between my family and the mafia organizations, I decided to attend anyway to avoid unnecessary conflict.

----- KATALEYA I'm scared, I want Mama and Daddy. I looked around the dark room, it was cold and it smelled horrible. I'm so scared. My stomach was bleeding too, and it hurt. The bad wolf had bit into me. Why wasn’t Daddy coming? Why was I here alone? I wrapped my arms around my legs, crying softly into my knees. Mama… please come, Mama… I don’t want to be here… The sound of the key scraping in the lock made my heart thunder with fear. Please go away.

He places his hand on my cheek and says, “Hey, what’s wrong?” “Nothing Daddy…” “Come on KittyKat, what’s wrong?” “That nickname, where?” He laughs as he moves and wraps his arms around me and says, “When you were 3, you saw one of the older kids shift and you had asked why he turned into a dog. We then spent three days explaining that we were, that you were a werewolf and that when you were old enough, you would get a wolf and you would shift into one as well. But you didn’t want to accept it. You didn’t want to be a dog or a wolf, you wanted to be a cat. We told you that you couldn’t be a cat as you were a wolf, so to try to prove us wrong for the next six months, you would only purr or meo

“This tastes really great," I said with a mouth full of pizza slices. “I know right?" Kate smiled then her eyes went over to the book I was previously reading that was placed on the bed where I had kept it. Picking it up “The Hybrid's Daughter-Red Moon The Curse," she uttered the book title loud enough for me to hear before. “What's this?" She asked. “A book obviously," I replied, a bit sarcastic. “I know it's a book, what I would like to know is when did you start reading books like this? Wolves and all that?" Kate said looking at me suspiciously like I have committed a sin or something.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

Cat and man seemed to be in the midst of a Mexican standoff, neither looking away, or even blinking for that matter. Rachel had thought Miss Bastet’s dislike of Jackson odd, because the cat normally liked everyone. She had an uncanny knack of picking up people’s emotions. Rachel had assumed the cat had sensed Rachel’s unease around Jackson. Now, she wondered if the cat wasn’t sensing something in Jackson that Rachel had missed. Did Miss Bastet not trust Jackson? Or did having him near unsettle her as much as it did Rachel? Miss Bastet wasn’t used to having a man around any more than Rachel was. It could even be that the cat was jealous of Jackson. The possibility almost made her grin.

The thought made me giddy with joy. I turned to my bodyguard and ordered him to bring me the book I tend to read to my baby. "Yes, miss." The bodyguard bowed to me and returned to the mansion. A smile unconsciously lit up on my face as I made my way toward the garden. I walked toward the swing at a leisurely pace while inhaling and exhaling the fresh breath. "Meow." The sudden noise of a kitten attracted my attention. Kitten? My eyes widened slightly. I haven't seen a kitten in the power axis pack, nor did Wyatt have a kitten in the mansion. Where did it come from?

“I’ll call you Kitty-Kat. That’s a cool name, right?” Kitty-Kat doesn’t like his new prison. He puts his front paws on the side of the box and tries to climb out. “Don’t be scared,” I say, closing the flaps. “You just have to stay in there for a little while.” Kitty-Kat mewls again when I straighten with the box in my arms. I ignore the little meows of distress, making my way home as fast as I can without jostling him.

Lilly smiles “ Thanks, but let me go you are getting me all sweaty.” I came from the gym and got caught up in watching the mini concert I didn’t wipe off. So without thinking I whip my shirt off and wipe my face. I have done it a hundred times and it has never been a problem. Until today that is when Ace yells “ What the fuck happened to your back?” I turn to Ace to see him walking toward me “ What are you talking about?” Lilly looks just as confused as me. Ace is looking over my back and neck, when I notice Axel and Rowdy have come over as well. “ Damn brother. It looks like you went several rounds with a large cat and lost. Your back is clawed all to hell. And your neck has bite marks on i