Cats Jennyanydots Novels & Stories

Jasmine scented the breeze, her body poised, waiting. Inside, Vincent emerged from the shower, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets tracing the ridges of his abs. "Katherine?" he called, voice edged with confusion and growing hunger as no answer came. Frowning, he moved to the mirror, combing his damp hair, when the note caught his eye. A slow, intrigued grin spread as he read it, his cock stirring at the submissive lure. “Fuck! Kitten! What are you up to? Playing games? Let's see what you've got…” He dressed quickly in those casual clothes, the white shirt hugging his broad chest, beige pants low on his hips, then stepped out onto the terrace.

If I wasn’t used to seeing this kind of healing, it would have been weird the way a wolf’s body expelled foreign objects. Cathy whimpered but went silent as the bullet slid from her and onto the packed dirt floor. John returned, and I took the blanket from him. “Come on, darlin’,” he said to Jenny. He held out his hand, and she took it, rising. “Let’s give them a little privacy. We’ll go get some clothes for her. Let us know how she wants to play this. Jenny can be her doctor if she needs to go to the hospital. She’s used to fake injuries.” He gave Jenny a wink.

JENNI “Noodle, get out of the noodles.” And this is where she got her name. When I rescued her from the local animal shelter, I had a bowl of noodles I was about to eat, and she buried her tiny head in it and started chowing down. This crazy cat will eat noodles right out of my hand and loves to bat at them. She’s like a little orange mini tiger too, always attacking things. She likes to perch up high and look over the house like it’s her personal kingdom, so I got her a massive kitty playground. It may or may not be taking up half my family room in the basement. That entire space is dedicated to Noodle. I figure if I can’t fill my house with children, I can at least give Noodle the best lif

Catty indicated towards me, "she's uh..the maid." I blinked. The..maid? More importantly, how do they know each other? Jin looked confused for a moment. "Oh, uh..who are you again?" A look of despair crossed Catty's face but she soon recovered. "Catelyn Kinsley. I'm we..we met at a party. Danced together even. You said I was pretty," she whispered in the last part. Jin studied her for a moment. "I did huh? Sorry but I can't remember doing that. Or you. I'm actually here to see your 'maid'," Jin turned to me, a playful smile playing on his lips.

So I was more than willing to put in the hard work, knowing it would be worth it. Me and my father had to take a business trip, and I couldn't wait to come back to my little kitten. We had business meetings from morning till night, and I were really exausted by the time that I I would make it back to the hotel room. I weren't the only one who couldn't wait to get back home, my father just could'nt wait to get back to his wife. So luckily we got to finish up a day early, my father had a big suprise planned for Madelyn and I just wanted to see Catalaya. On my way home I called her security team she still had no idea she had, and they informed me that she and her girlfriends were at my club. I

The more I laughed, the more she got annoyed. Jenny is an 18 year old woman, just like me, she has black hair that goes down to her waist, usually tied in a long braid, her breasts are big, her skin has a darker tone and her eyes are light brown, her lips are full, her height is 1.67m and at this moment she is wearing a uniform with the symbol of stage 6.

She hoped a brief escape across the street would calm her, but the trip was far too short. Jenny exploded through the large oak door of Charlotte’s Bar and landed with a loud squish on an unoccupied seat. “Bob, when are you going to get these obscene chairs fixed? Would you please pour a very large Jack Daniels for me, and leave out the Jack.” Bob Cash, owner and sole bartender of Charlotte’s Bar and Jazz Emporium walked cautiously to where Jenny had perched her petite figure. At five foot-four and a slightly exaggerated half inch, Jenny looked like a child about to have a tantrum. Of course, Bob knew she was closer to thirty-five than she wanted to admit. Jenny did, at times, behave the way

I asked to wrap my head around the situation, I saw as my colleagues were crying and all; immediately something occurred to me: kill this Tanner! I quickly picked my car key and was about stepping out, I saw the looks on their emotional faces : “don’t do this” but none of them made an effort to stop me. Kate’s POV I quickly gauged what was going on, I gave them the look of “I got this.” “Emma Wells” I called out, “ do you think the sheriff will be happy if you get yourself killed or murder someone?”, I continued; “ this is the time to show them you’re a freaking awesome detective!”

“Same doctor all week—and for the summer too. Dr. Tim. I’ll be assisting him with whatever he needs.” “This doctor… a man?” “He is,” she laughed, ruffling my hair. “But I’m not his type.” “Then he must be blind,” I said, though I trusted her completely—no matter who the doctor was. “I vaccinated a kitten all by myself today,” I added proudly. “I’m mostly washing instruments and sterilizing stuff for now. Not exactly thrilling,” Jenny said. “I hope it gets more interesting over the summer.” “Me too,” I said, kissing her forehead as she sat beside me. “You do remember we’ve got movie and theater tickets this week, right?”

I said. About that time the bathroom door flies open and Jenny comes crawling … literally… crawling out. “I am death.” She says. To which I giggle .. but immediately stop because that makes my head hurt worse. “Ow.” I said again. I grabbed my phone and saw that Alan hadn’t sent any more texts. I thought a moment then quickly wrote him back. Me: Did you know cats can’t move their jaws from side to side? Me: I can’t wait either. ~~~~~~~~~