Clarisse Cat Novels & Stories

he repeated. Brett watched warily as the young woman across from him poured tea into his cup, her movements graceful and deliberate. She took a small sip from her own cup before meeting his gaze with a gentle smile. “I am Clarisse,” she said softly, “though you might not recognize the name, I think you’re more familiar with my title… The alpha’s daughter.”

She had no idea he had dimples before, he looked completely different from the man she thought he was the whole time. Clara had forgotten that she was hiding and accidentally stepped on a broken stem, letting out a loud crack sound. Both the cat and Rainier turned their head on her, and she could not hide anymore. The smile quickly disappeared from Rainier's face and it was replaced by his usual grim. She stepped out and approached him, flashing an awkward smile but she ended up kneeling beside him. The cat was unbothered as it continued to eat once it realized she was not a threat. "He's cute, do you always feed him?" "It's a she." Rainier replied lowly. It turned out the cat was a female.

*Mackenzie* „Why are you so persistent on keeping it? Caris was right; this poor little thing had no chance of surviving. You’re only prolonging its agony.” Claire asked, staring down at the lynx peacefully sleeping on the pillow. „Please, not you, too. I can hear it from Caris, but I pegged you for someone with great compassion.” I sighed from the kitchen, pouring the hot water into the teapot. „Well, thank you for the compliment, but the fact remains that this little creature is dying.” She stood with her arms crossed at the entrance to the kitchen.

(The humor). Clarisse: Clarisse, AKA Clare, is Sylar's first fledgling. She is a fan of Milo's works and believed he had found vampires, thinking he couldn't have died and there wasn't any evidence pointing to his murder. She didn't freak out at the existence of vampires and was a strange human. Her eyes used to be blue with purple specks, attracting Sylar to her to turn her, but after she turned and was fed, her eyes became a pure purple. She can drink blood but it doesn't satisfy her as much as feeding off the souls or spirits of other people. After being found out to be a soul sucker, Sylar instructed her to feed from Calix only because of the plethora of souls he has collected and it wou

"Tell them the Queen of the Peacock Clan, their Queen, requires the presence of their daughter… Clarisse." Clarisse Sairus — a name almost never spoken in court. Born to a minor branch of a virtually unknown offshoot of the Peacock nobility, her feathers were an anomaly: pure white, the color of new frost, without a hint of green or gold. Her eyes were pale pink, almost like pink sapphires, an albino... an occurrence in the kingdom so rare that whispers of her family meddling with lost sorcery or that she'd been cursed by the gods. In a court obsessed with brilliance, Clarisse was called plain at best, ugly at worst.

' I thought. I took another look around the room. There are stuffed toys on top of the cabinet and books under it. In the distance, there's a big TV mounted on the wall, a couch, and a table with magazines on it. Things are clean and well-arranged, just like Russell's room. I turned to look at the bed and saw that Claire's pet cat was there. It was an orange-colored Persian ginger tabby cat. It looks like Garfield and seems about the same size as him.

But Stefan stopped my hands and started fondling my breast as he start to finger fuck me once again. “I have checked each one and have a list of those that deserve your investment,” Claire said. “Good,” Stefan said as he increased his pace. I can feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. Stefan definitely knew what he was doing to my body. My skin was a tingling mess every time Stefan touched a part of me, I felt like I was losing my mind. I purred loudly as pleasure exploded in my chest as I found my release. “What’s that?” Claire asked. “Oh, just the cat I recently got,” Stefan chuckles, “She still needs to be trained to behave.”

A pair of black G-string lace panties. She smirked, zipped it back up, and returned to her seat. Moments later, Luca re-entered. "My apologies," he said curtly. "Now, if we're done....." Clarisse stood, smoothing her dress. "Yes. We are. But I'll be back, Mr. Morano. Some deals are worth pursuing twice." She offered a smile full of suggestion before strutting out the door. As she stepped into the elevator, her phone buzzed. She answered immediately.

Maybe because snow leopard shifters didn’t have a den or a pride, they searched for ways to amuse themselves when not at their job. “I’ve planned a special date. Not a night or an afternoon but a whole day,” Clarissa told us as he yanked the bedding on the floor. “Can we do it while we’re in bed?” I opened one eye and closed it again. Clarissa’s bright-orange shirt had palm trees plastered on it and his wide, cheesy smile was too much this early in the day. “Nope. Get up or we’ll be late.”

Aura’s pov The blondie wolf approached me with a catwalk suit style like she was some goddess of a place and she owns everything here. I was fuming from the anger I was trying badly to subside. “What is this?” I rebuked. “Relax! I gave you something you deserve to be with…” she was cool like she didn’t do anything wrong. “You bathed me in slimy dirt. Why?” I was shocked by her actions. She clutched her fist and her eyes glowed green, she was staring into my eyes, “leave my Keiser alone. He is mine. I was here before you came into his life.” she jabbed.