Cheshire Cat Mad Hatter Novels & Stories

I grab my wallet from my bag and walk side by side with Leandre. Oddly enough, a tall man with neatly styled hair and a white shirt catches my eyes immediately. He sits on the booth near the entrance, a newspaper in his hands before averting his gaze to meet mine. The familiar Cheshire cat grin he had is plastered on his lips, causing my stomach to churn and sending shivers down my spine. If I weren’t preoccupied with other things, that grin will cause me nightmares for days. I intertwine my hands with Leandre’s, silently asking him to stay with me. His warmth is rubbing off on me, making me feel like I’m at home snuggled and cozy on a winter day. He seems to have understood my silent plea a

She inquired James answered back after sipping some tea. “ I’m all good, this is enough for me thank you Miss. Charlotte.” He gave her a thumbs up and continued eating his club sandwich. “ So do i.” I said. Miss Charlotte clasped her hand pleased from what she heard from us and spoke once again. “ Well then, Mistress, Sir James, I will leave the cart here in an hour. I will 12come back to pick it up.”

Patterson, Sush, and Greg knew the game was on. Leaning against the doorframe, one hand holding her phone - screen facing Sush and the others that showed a big, bright, blinking orange button right in the middle that could activate Goddess knew what - Hazel began with the Chief Chameleon. “I always knew you had a thing for older women.” “Cut the crap, Hazel,” he spat, not at all surprised by her knowledge. “Who is that, my little hyena?” An unfamiliar feminine voice carrying a taunting ring came from inside.

It’s like he’s the air, something ethereal that moves like smoke. “Valuable piece? Game of chess!? Oh, FUCK YOU, Cheshire cat! You hide in the dark and never show yourself. You are treating me like some Goddess damned pawn. In what? A game between you and the Shit Witch? Glinda, one of your pawns too? Or is she higher up like a rook, knight, or bishop?” I demanded. “Cheshire cat? I like that, though I’m no feline.” The voice in the Darkness growled. “And it’s disrespectful to say otherwise. You don’t know who you are talking to or what I could do to you.” He scoffed.

I gladly let myself get relaxed in this smooth moment but suddenly, the sound of his mobile ringing makes me startled all of a sudden as we break the kiss. He sighs and answers the call, getting up and sitting on the couch. That was embarrassing and now I felt it. Adjusting my clothes, I leave the room with the cake. Reaching the kitchen, I put the plate on the counter and take a deep breath. I fill a glass of water and take some gulps of it. He snatched the breath out of me. Not just his presence, but his touches also drive me fucking insane. ‘He's magical…’ I look at the cake once again and suddenly one of the maids enters the kitchen. I know her, I mean, I know she's Amber and she's the f

Haha! ~Miss Pretty

"Harry must feel like a clown." "Chester must be thinking he's the clown, too." "I believe Madam would never stab us in the back. This has to be slander!"

Damien's mother said, as she pulled Damien outside the door, leaving me and the five maids alone. I remained my chin high, and said in a gentle tone, "Why don't we introduce ourselves first? Greetings ladies, my name is Charlotte Hayes." "That last name won't last though," the 2nd maid said, a cheesy joke coming out from her mouth. Three of them started laughing, like a giggle.

I say, embarrassed, but I can see that to her, someone who interviews well-known authors, who publishes a popular podcast, and who does an AMA on Reddit,is famous. “Did you go to the Wonderland exhibition?” Saxon asks, and I nod. “Kip took me. It was so good, and really clever how it made you feel as if you were actually in the story.” “Especially for you,” Catie says with a smile. “Alice!” “So who are you, the Mad Hatter?” Saxon asks Kip. “If I am then you’re the Cheshire Cat,” he replies, and Catie and I giggle, because that seems so appropriate.

I held his gaze. He smiled. It was unsettling and reminded me of that creepy Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I never liked that book. It left me unsettled, but I’ve read it many times since it’s Delilah’s favorite. ‘He’s the Cheshire Wolf. The cat could disappear into the darkness and reappear at his leisure. Maybe that’s why he’s so stuck on calling us kitten.’ Emilia concluded. ‘Or he’s just a dick.’