Beck Cat Novelas e Histórias

A large vintage rug lying flatly on the floor that was comfortable to walk on with bare feet. “Here you are. Hope you like it.” Mrs. Johnson put a plate of cookies on the coffee table and handed me a glass of orange juice, I guessed. I looked at mom in hesitation. “That’s fine, Val. You can drink it.” Mom nodded to me. Mrs. Johnson laughed, “Oh dear. Wolves drink orange juice just like you humans.” I forced a smile and felt embarrassed about myself. “That’s fine. Just get yourself comfortable darling.” Mrs. Johnson smiled kindly before she went into the kitchen.

“We know, sweetie. We know. Beckett and Charlotte explained as much as they could. We already asked Beckett, but I’m going to ask you too. Have you been in contact with any dark witches or anyone who could have used magic to do this?” I know it’s because of his and Ainsley’s connection getting stronger, but what if there’s something else? I want to figure out if something has intensified it. “No, Mom. Beckett and I only get involved with werewolves and humans. We’re not stupid. I promise.” His tone is serious, even through the fog of the pain medicine. “We even stay away from other species when we go racing. I swear, Mom. Werewolves and humans. That’s it.”

He shifts his weight from his right foot to his left, clearly considering his options. As he turns and takes a step away, my heart jolts to my throat with the thought that he might be leaving. However, a few moments later, a young man emerges from behind a bush. He is incredibly tall, but as I look at his face closely, I realize he can’t be more than 19 years old. “I’m Becca,” I say quickly. “Are you like me?” his eyes are wide open with the idea. Is it possible that he hasn’t met another werewolf?

Not ever. But with each passing day, the pressure mounts. Beckett makes a surprise visit one evening, lounging on my sofa as if he owns the place. He sips his tea, a smug smirk on his face. “Congratulations, Alpha,” he says with mock cheer. “But I can’t extend my full blessings until I see an heir.” “What do you want, Beckett?” I snap, tired of his meddling. “Why are you here?” “Only to offer some friendly advice.” He leans forward, his expression darkening. “The pack will never accept a human mate. But perhaps there’s another way.”

Darrion commented, hugging his bag and looking at Jai. Jai stared back at him. “Clearly. They’re just kids. I don’t think I can stay calm if I see giant chickens running havoc and hurting my friends.” Darrion chuckled. “Orange Beak bird beasts,” he seemingly corrected. “But yeah, they DO look like giant chickens. Just, too big. And too puffy. Even Ostrobo’s appearance makes much more sense.” “Ostrobo?” Jai asked. “Ah they’re like, giant chickens too. But they have longer feet, round beak, and can run fast,” Darrion said.

When I burst from the trees, the first thing I see is the windowless van speeding away. Without thinking, I run after it... and nearly collide with Justin as he steps into my path. “Alpha Caden.” He holds out both hands. “Out of my way, Justin!” I'm prepared to ram through him when he quickly points toward the bushes. I follow his gesture and catch sight of two glinting eyes, staring at me expectantly. Mismatched eyes. Gold and green. The eyes of a terrifying... stunning beast. With fur as white as freshly fallen snow, thick and fluffy as a winter blanket. A soft glow emanated from her. A nimbus of pure power shining like the morning sunlight.

Before l can think of something to do my eyes almost popped up from their sockets when Venus's shifted into a beast too. I was so shocked that l didnt notice the beast black in color almost teared my fresh. If it's not a big brown beast that bounced on it, l would have been dead by now.. The brown beast teared the black one and it gave out aloud howling. It kept on struggling against the brown who was in control. I took a glance at my sorroundings still shivering. And realization hit me hard that there is no single human left apart from me. Where is Alex, Ron and other students? Did they also turn into beasts like Venus.

Seconds after that, "Where are you taking me?" asked Becky without turning to James Miller. "To your father, didn't I tell you, I can do anything?" he answered lightly, he just got the call from his people that they had William Beckett with them. Becky turned around in surprise, her heart racing so fast she was having trouble breathing. "Do whatever you want but please don't kill him..." *****

All three of us curled up in bed with Becky in the middle and went to sleep. Becky got up and after she used the toilet, I changed her anal plug to the next larger size, showing her how to clean and store the smaller one. She had breakfast with us, then went home to feed her cat again. I told her to make arrangements for her cat to be fed and bring whatever she thought she might need for the next three days. To include clothes for dining out Saturday night, and to be back by ten AM. We were working when she got back about 9:30 and I yelled at her to come down to the basement. When she came down, she was already undressed. It didn't take long for people to feel comfortable being naked in our

I felt my heart clench at the gesture—so trusting, so innocent. I knelt down to his level, a warm smile spreading across my face. "What's your name, little one?" He simply stared at me, his smile still plastered across his face, but he didn't speak. "That's Matthew," an old female said as she approached me. "He doesn't speak." "Oh," I said, letting out a soft, nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—" "It's alright," she said, her voice kind. "It's your first day here, and it takes quite a lot to get to know these pups. I'm Becky, head of the pack's orphanage." She stretched out her hand. "And you must be—"