Cat Kenma Novels & Stories

I should have asked Kane what colour the cat by the security quarters was. “What’s her name?” I asked the blond, middle-aged woman. She flashed me a warm smile. “She doesn’t have one yet. You can decide that.” Alina would give her one. I’d picked a female cat, because… well, I felt that male animals were more difficult to control. “This is a Khao Manee breed,” she continued, gesturing to the cot in front of me where the cat purred softly. “They are usually pure white just like this, with beautiful eyes. Isn’t she a cutie?”

Ken put down his workbook in front of Kate and tilted his head, face unchanged but with a faint expectation in his eyes, he looked at Kate, and said, "Miss Kate check your homework for me." Kate smiled as she picked up the kid's workbook, looked down, nodded, raised her hand to rub the kid's jet-black hair, and said, "Ken is so pretty." Could it be that these two children of the Tu Khong family have the gift of beautiful handwriting? Peter's handwriting is also very neat and tidy.

She holds out her arms and I put Cyrene into them, before leaning into my mate. “I’ll bring her to you when she gets hungry. Otherwise, don’t worry, there are several of us here who want to spend time with her and get to know her,” Kenna says, sitting on the couch with Naida and Nova sitting on either side of her. “Oh, how is Kano? Did he shift?” I ask. “He did. His scales are a bit lighter than mine. It makes me wonder if the white from the polar bear DNA impacted his coloring, but he’s a beautiful shade of turquoise,” Kaylani tells me.

“And I’ve tolerated your pettiness for too long.” The silence that followed was sharper than any scream. Elena’s lip trembled, her façade cracking at the edges. “She’s just a breeder. We all know it.” I flinched. But Kael stepped forward Slowly. “She’s mine,” he said, every word like a brand pressed into skin. “And I will not tolerate anyone treating her as anything less.” Elena took a step back. Then another. But her pride wouldn’t let her crumble fully.

I gauge the amount of time I want to spend in each area then explore. The first level is more pop and hip hop, but it has a fun, lively vibe. I dance to several songs and an unsuspecting mountain lion shifter hits on me. “I’m not something you want to handle, buddy,” I whisper. “I’m far more lethal than anyone here would suspect, so don’t try anything.” “I heard Kirsune are docile and love to be dominated,” he purrs against my neck. “You heard wrong. I only like to be dominated by worthy men and I give as good as I get,” I snarl as I swiftly grab his balls and twist them then turn to face him, still holding them.

I tried to shove him away as he was too far close for my comfort zone but he didn't even flinch. But what did I expect, he stood like a wall. "And what made you think I'll give in to you?" I ask, mostly in a whisper. He let's out a smirk and moves away. Finally. "Now I see you have a dirty mind as well, cute and sexy" he says and laughs. Huh! What does he mean?. "But that's not what I meant my little kitten" he adds. And how dare he call me little kitten. "I want you to babysit my child" he utters. His what now?.

for the truth. I couldn’t find my little Kitten if I didn’t know where to start looking. We all sat in my father’s home, and at first, we were all silent until I decided to start talking since no one else were prepared to speak up I would. “I need to know where to start looking, this was purely kidnapping. Someone knew exactly where to find her, and I need to know how. Who would be looking for her?” I looked at Madelynn who had tears stream down her eyes “I don’t know where to start. Every single man I ever dated or gotten married to had it out for her. So where do I even start.” I looked her dead in the eyes “start from the beginning, her dad. Let’s hear it.” She wiped the tears “Catalya’s

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.

For one begging the gods to bless her with the fruit of the womb, it was unwise to feed on nursing mothers or ones that were pregnant. Turning away from the animal, Ejima was about to decide her next step when she heard a cry. A wild cat? Ejima hissed and rested her hands on her waist. Her eyes searched the green and brown world. She was a slinger, the best in the kingdom, at least her husband had made sure of that. She could sling with both the left or the right hand at a strand of hair and not miss. She was a brave hunter. But she hated wild beasts and the least of her favorites was jungle cats.

Kanpei nodded slightly, acting indifferent, pretending his only goal was to kill Kiran. "I've been humiliated today and can't bear it anymore. I want Kiran dead," Konta said, making the situation clear. "How about tomorrow?" Okajima asked. Kanpei pretended to think for a moment, then asked, "Will Kiran be able to fight me tomorrow?" "He represents the top martial artist in Dragonland. I'm sure he will," Okajima said slyly. "I'll follow your arrangement. Tomorrow night," Kanpei agreed, closing his eyes.