Cat Named Ghost Novels & Stories

“Consider it done.” “Just for me to leave a door open?” I hesitate. “And how do I know this isn’t a cover-up for something else?” “Do you want to go check on the kitty?” She waves toward the window. “Go. Oh, and her name is Ginger, by the way. The kitty.” I peer outside, sighing. “I can’t go now. I need to finish this.” “She’s really there.” “Fine. What door do you need me to leave open?” I ask, and the ghost girl’s expression brightens.

Aria Vale was lost in thought when something warm and wet brushed her palm. Startled, she looked down—Ghost had just licked her hand. Seeing she didn’t pull away, the giant Tibetan mastiff stepped closer, lifting a paw as if preparing to jump on her again, acting cute to win affection. A sharp command cut through the air. Ghost instantly shrank back with a wounded whimper, lifting his icy blue eyes toward Aria as though tattling on Damian. She nearly laughed. Was this really the terrifying “beast” the maids whispered about?

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.” “ Crossbreed?”- Lowen muttered: “This is so weird… I mean this can’t happen, I think they will never let a crossbred baby be born.” Rojana agreed, he analyzed seriously: “Unicorn and Phoenix are neither friends nor enemies, so this can’t happen.” “I know that can’t happen, but let’s see, Pure is never wrong, or maybe she is getting weaker..”- Erono said. “You mean I am weaker?” “No no!” said Erono. But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others.

“Don’t freak out, Ms. Catriona. I’m not a bad ghost. If I were, I would’ve possessed you the moment I knew you could see me. But I didn’t. I just… I need your help to save my mom.” I was terrified, not just of her, but of everything I’d been through lately. Losing my babies. Finding out Jayden wasn’t human. Learning about wolves. And now… a ghost? Wolves are one thing. But ghosts? Just the word ghost makes my blood run cold. No one in their right mind wants to befriend a dead person. I let out a shaky sigh and looked at her. She still made me shudder, no matter how kind her words sounded. But something in me—a buried part of me—decided to listen.

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

I lied about my age and ended up in a secret online relationship with one of the biggest names in esports. He was nothing like his public persona. In public, he was cold and aloof. Online, though, he flirted with me nonstop. When he got worked up, he even said he'd be my good boy. Then my nineteenth birthday came and went, and my wolf still hadn't awakened. Most werewolves shifted for the first time at sixteen. Even late bloomers awakened by eighteen. I couldn’t let Adrian find out I was defective, with no wolf at all. So I broke up with him and blocked him everywhere. Months later, while staying with my best friend Chloe, I heard her older brother speak outside the bedroom. I had heard that

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

It didn't take less than five seconds and I was healed magically. Nagisa's jaws dropped. " Just what are you?!" I put the bomb away and buried my hands deep in my pockets. " I'M A CAT WITH NINE LIVES!"