Novel & Cerita Cheshire Cat Human

Its feathers emitted a soft spiritual glow that wrapped its entire body with warm light, making it look equally sacred and majestic. On the crown of its head, a middle-aged man with white brows and peppered hair, a skinny teenager with a scar on his neck, a little boy not even a decade old and an ugly, fat cat were sitting cross-legged. Yes, even the ugly cat was sitting cross-legged. If one were to look closely, one could even see that the cat had a very humanlike expression of meditation on its face.

"I'm not jinxing you, it's just advice." "I don't need to worry, everything's all tied up nice and tight, now I just need to pull the knot around my kitty's foot, and he'll be all mine. Aaaah!" My god, this wasn't a woman, it was a Chihuahua with a purse! I was actually feeling sorry for Alexander.

This is what really happened: Just then, as everyone waited eagerly for the speaker to arrive, something unexpected happened. The floor on the podium broke, as stones flew hither and thither towards the crowd, and a silhouette jumped in, through the open hole. His physique was definitely huge. He had two recluse rings and two storage rings on his hand, causing a total of four rings! Of course, the Cheshire cat's grin stays. His hair was similar to Ruby's, only that it was more thick on the red, and... haggardly. He quickly cast his eyes with that weird grin, before dusting the little pieces of rocks on his shoulders. ‘How else do you define “coming in, in a grand way”? This was just the epit

I'm not falling for it. "How about I just get you a toothpick or some dental floss?" "A piece of wood or string isn't enough." He said with a frown. "A toothpick should work." I told him. "A toothpick is for teeth... I have goddamn canines." He grumbled, opening his mouth and baring his teeth at me. My mouth dropped open at what I saw. His teeth were sharp and his two upper canines were ten times bigger than his other teeth. Those were the teeth of a big cat, like a lion or tiger. They were not human teeth.

And this Skir's first birthday, I took him for a walk and we spent the whole day together. Skir is a cat but acts like a dog. There are tasks a dog can do too. Sometimes at dawn, he barks. Char. "Skirt!" I called when he got out of my grip. I ran to chase him. Someone almost hit him with a bicycle and I was so relieved when someone caught him. I was just stunned when the one who saved Skir faced me. I swallowed and slowly approached them. "Ace? Is that you? Wow, you've grown up so much..." the Chairman said as I approached.

He lend me a paper bag. "What's this?" I asked him. "It's a sausage. She loves sausage." He took the paper bag from me and open it. I can't see his face. He's wearing a gray hoodie jacket and a face mask. His voice is so thick and deep. He has a hands and fingers that could envy a girl plainly or sexually. He's eyes screamed determination. "Here. Do you want to take her?" He said while holding the cat. The cat seems comfortable. Are they friends? Do the cat know him?

It's coming with me. A man comes out from the thick bushes behind me. I turn briskly facing him. He wears a shiny black cloak. Some strand of his long black hair is spreading across his flawless, handsome face. His brows are thick, beneath it is a set of two deep, brown eyes. The cat meows jump off my arms and runs towards the man who bends down to carry it in his arm. He pats its head and looks at me. "So, the kitten is yours?"

But, you can't just blame someone who doesn't know anything. Approaching the other person, his body seemed to be controlled by someone like a puppet. The hand was already in the other's hair, and caressed it. Very soft, different from his hair because of bleaching, which is a bit messy. The other man woke up and looked up at him. Sharp eyes with curved tails, together with eyelids like a crescent moon. For comparison, an aristocratic British cat is a wonderful perfection. He thought to himself: "A beautiful cat elf?"

What had taken her half an hour now only took a few minutes. “They can’t pinpoint where we are by the descriptions just yet. They are on alert, awaiting any more news from us.” “What other things can werecats do?” She asked, hesitating only a fraction of a second. He caught the brief hesitation. “You don’t have to worry. We don’t hunt people, and I would never hurt you. Just like humans, we are all different. Some are better at physical abilities, like hunting. I am better at the magic aspect.” With that he flipped over his hand and held out an apple. He winked as she took it, glad to see the fear erased from her eyes.

While still pondering, the Chinchilla cat in her arms suddenly growled fiercely and then jumped down from her embrace, positioning itself protectively in front of Emily. "Kitten, come back quickly!" Emily wanted to hold the kitten again, but she saw the man snort and laugh, saying: "Don't rush to save it. It may be more formidable than you think. How amusing. You didn't even notice you were carrying a cat. But... Kitten, are you sure you can defeat me? Protect her? Your owner shouldn't underestimate me."