Cat Licked Chocolate Novels & Stories

It’s been boring, but I guess that I can count on that as a good thing. “I’m telling you, we should just poison the lycans by feeding them chocolates! It would be very effective and cheap. The only thing that’s going to cost us is the supply of chocolates!” I hear Duncan proudly stating something. I only tuned in on the topic because I heard him say the word chocolate. “And where, pray tell, did you even get that idea?” Celine says this with annoyance. “I read it in a book once that dogs die when they eat a certain amount of chocolate.”

Looks like rat droppings… She told her wolf, wrinkling her nose. “Here, try some.” The Vermale offered her a spoon full of just the brown lumps. Sarmin swelled with a growing sense of satisfaction as she sniffed the chocolate. “Mmm, smells nice…” Lillah inspected the ‘food’ before tentatively taking a bite. Definitely not rat droppings! Neeri laughed as Lillah melted against Rhyland’s back, humming in pleasure at the sweet taste in her mouth. “What is that?” She whispered against Rhy’s ear.

The little bugger was thirsty and took to the cream with gusto. The little mischief-maker was even kind enough to start flexing his tiny claws. Barring audio and visual input, Rhada's imagination took over. She had no clue what was causing the pleasure/pain. Cream spilled over her chest and the other two kittens joined the buffet. I changed up the cream with the peanut butter.

Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored. "Really?" "A whole one just for you," Tiana confirmed, smiling. "Okay!" Pascal threw his arms around her neck. "Come back fast, okay?" "I will, baby." She hugged him tight. When she stood, her eyes met Nikolai's. He was glaring at her with his dark eyes hard with something that looked like anger. Or maybe accusation. She couldn't tell and didn't care. She ignored him completely, turning away without acknowledging his presence. "Bye, Pascal. Be good for Maryann."

So pure that even snow seemed dull in comparison. By the first day, Snowy opened his eyes. On day two, he started walking. And on day three, he could open doors, shred the milk box with his razor-sharp teeth, and drink all the fresh milk in the building. Leo and Luna were satisfied with raw food. Not Snowy. He only ate live prey. He drove the neighborhood's escaped hamsters to extinction, snapped up fish straight from hooks, and even hunted a neighbor's pet rabbit. My role as "cat mama" escalated—I was now the posthumous disaster manager: cleaning up after carnage, apologizing to neighbors, begging forgiveness, and still having to earn money.

She sat down on the grass nearby and pulled out a chocolate bar to recover some energy. Cola padded over and stared at her, eyes full of longing, as if asking her to give him some. "It's toxic. You can't eat this," Nicole warned, holding it under his nose. "Remember the smell. Never touch it." She wasn't joking. Chocolate could kill a dog. Watching his human eat alone, Cola turned his head away in sulky protest. Nicole sighed, dug a bread roll out of her bag, and stuffed it into his mouth. Hughie was still shaken, but the relief of surviving showed. He even pulled out his phone to take pictures, then started recording like an idiot, planning to show it off to Beatrice later that night.

"Bossy tonight, kitten? Fine, but don't think I won't spank that ass for making daddy wait.” He let her push him toward the bathroom, his hand squeezing her hip possessively before the door clicked shut. Katherine exhaled in relief, her pulse thundering. She rushed to the kitchen, retrieving the chilled cake, its caramel glistening temptingly. Back to the terrace, she placed it on a side table. In the bedroom, she affixed a sticky note to the mirror, ‘Your kitten awaits in the terrace. Come claim your surprise.’

“Yeah. So you better tell it to behave lately, or it would find itself on the street someday” “You won't do that.” She scowled at me. “I'll fix it” I watched her walk away and come back with tissue paper to clean up the mess while the perpetrator peered up at me with its big eyes. “The fuck are you looking at?” I grumbled lowly at it but it didn't even back away. Instead Dawn had almost screeched at me. “Stop cussing at Choki!!” The cat still didn't look away. I exhaled as I moved to grab its food from the cupboard and I poured it into its plate. It rushed at it. I must have been hungry. I gently caressed its ginger fur while it ate.

She forgot her sorrowful mood for a moment and exclaimed: "How adorable! Is this not a Chinchilla cat?" Previously, Emily had wanted to use a picture of this type of cat as her computer wallpaper, but Winston had thwarted her efforts: "Meow!" The beautiful cat did not shy away as she approached, moving closer to Emily, its big gentle eyes gazing up at her. Emily, noticing the branded keychain around the cat's neck, wondered if a tourist had brought it. She asked: "You're so lovely! Is your owner around here?"

Thinking of something else, I snickered. “What?” I straightened up when I finally got his attention. His eyes soon flickered down to my lips. “Nothing!” I shrugged but the smile playing on my lips widened. “Really?” His eyes narrowed down at me as he focused on my face. I gulped. “I was just thinking, are you like…I mean, can you like…have chocolate?” He frowned with a funny look on his face. “Why can’t I have it?” “Since you’re a dog…don’t get me wrong but you do look like one.” I rushed through my words as I gripped onto the back of the couch. My fingers around my cup of tea tightened in my other hand.