Captain-general Kitten Novels & Stories

He would trust in himself to keep her happy and in his life, not some strange, mystical force. The golden-eyed warrior arrived from behind a tapestry that hid the way out. "So, dog, are you ready to fight?" "Anytime, kitty cat. Anytime." The tanned fellow laughed. "I am Chaob, and it is not me that is challenging you for the female." "Pity." "Yes, because my cousin is much bigger. Not quite as big as Acat, but close." "And Acat is?" "Carlie's other mate." "Other, as in two?"

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

Kit barely waited for Charlie to arrive. He was calm and shy, as always. Doesn't he know what's going on, or does he just not care?! Brought a seagull with inescapable cupcakes. I wanted to play chess. Keith refused. Said she wouldn't play until they talked about Rozzie. Dear Charlie's forehead was immediately covered with perspiration and his eyes darted, avoiding her gaze. — Rozzie? How does Miss Kitty know this mean girl?! These are bad acquaintances. She's… a drug addict…” Charlie's voice dropped to a whisper.

Emerald asks us. “We are fine Princess,” I tell her. “Nate is right, we are all good Kitten,” Deven adds. “Wow ridiculous nicknames already, great.” She grumbles. She walks off to look at something, still mumbling under her breath. I just chuckle at her. They are not ridiculous nicknames. They fit her perfectly. She is the princess of two different kingdoms, and she is a part werecat, so yeah she is our kitten. She turns and looks at me with those mesmerizing green eyes, and I get totally lost in them.

Chapter 59 -Who the captain really is Emma tapped her phone and opened her social media. Almost immediately, notifications started popping up everywhere. Right in the middle of them was a video from a morning TV show featuring Allison. Emma pressed play. Allison was sitting in a cream-colored blazer, looking sad as the interviewer asked her about the canceled wedding. “I just never thought my own sister could do something like this,” Allison said. “I tried to protect her, but some people only care about what they can get.”

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

I reply curtly, like I didn't nearly pop a nerve because of her late response. Me: Ah, finally. Don't open it until ten. Kitten: Okay, Tamer. Kitten: So you say you follow only me? Me: yes, I'm not a people person. The bubble comes up again. Kitten: not even before me? Kitten: I'm referring to you not being a people person. I crack a solid smile, she is prying deep into my life which only means there's an attraction, a spark and I just needed less than a push to ignite it.

"Manhattan is now under the protection of the Blackwood Pack. Any human who threatens our kind, or points a weapon at my family, will not face a court of law. They will face the Abyss. Do we have an understanding, General?" The General, stripped of his weapons, his authority, and his pride, looked at the dust on the floor, then at the glowing, literal gods sitting across from him. He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes... Yes, ma'am." "Excellent," Killian smiled, a terrifyingly handsome expression that promised absolute ruin. He stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. "Now, get out of my boardroom. I have a company to run."

No werewolf creature could ever hope to evade the consequences of offending their cherished Luna. "I don't care if they perish! My sole purpose is to safeguard the pack and my cherished Luna. Cato, never again should you entertain uninvited guests, especially those who have their sights set on me and wish to engage with me." Alpha Killan's commanding voice echoed through the room as he issued his order to Cato. The tension in the air was clearly apparent as Cato stood at attention, awaiting Killan's next action. With a flick of his wrist, Killan signaled for Cato to carry out his task, his eyes never leaving his subordinate's form.