Clarisse Cat Novels & Stories

"Nо Adаm, рlеаѕе dоn't іnvоlvе thе роlісе. Dо what уоu have tо dо. Mу ѕіѕtеr hаѕ been аllоwеd tо run wіld аll hеr life and it hаѕ tо ѕtор, now." Smіlіng аnd fоldіng mу arms, I looked аt Clаrеttе fоr the fіrѕt time wіth соntеmрt, nevertheless ѕtudуіng hеr. She was sitting оn hеr floor, hеr back аgаіnѕt thе lоwеr сuрbоаrdѕ, соwеrіng. Fіvе years younger then Rоѕе and аbоut thе same hеіght but a gооd thirty pounds hеаvіеr. Clarette was a woman with a tanning booth tan аnd lауеrеd mіd- bасk lеngth jеt-blасk hаіr. She wаѕ wearing fаr tоо muсh mаkеuр mаkіng her look оldеr then hеr асtuаl age. Judging from hеr clothing, Clаrеttе wаѕ trуіng tо dress and асt lіkе a teenager аnd nоt pulling іt оff. Cl

I looked past her, out the window, and beheld the training field in the distance. "Do it," Catherine said, her voice softer now, little more than a whisper. "Put an end to this circus." I closed my eyes tightly. My hand swept over the command scroll. One dash of pen, and it was finished. But before my fingers could touch the parchment, the doors burst open. Clara. She entered, her face ablaze, her hands clutched around a tightly rolled bundle of papers, her eyes blazing with anger. " You'll want to read these before you do something you can't undo," she panted, slinging the papers onto the desk in front of me.

He sat there in silence for a while, then got up to pour it some food. Dry food, canned food, cat vitamin gel. A whole cabinet of it, neatly stocked. Claire had never made much money, but she’d always been willing to spend on these little creatures. She’d pack up the clean leftovers from the restaurant for the stray dogs, and on payday she’d wire a modest sum to the shelter nearby. Once the cat was fed, Adrian found himself pushing open the door to Claire’s room, as if pulled by something. Every piece of jewelry, every gown, every luxury watch he’d sent her was still sitting untouched in the cabinet.

James walked to his desk and discreetly pressed a button to blur the transparent glass walls. "What do you want, Nigel?" James's voice dripped with both curiosity and caution as he turned to face his friend. Nigel stepped out from the shadows, his piercing gaze fixed on James. "That girl, Joyce... There's something about her, James. I can feel it. I can smell it." James raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "You've said that one already. Don't tell me you've fallen for her charms."

The air carried a chilly breeze making their faces look white and pale. "Even if I keep her, it's likely she would run, she looks like the gentle wild one," Clarence said showing his white perfect teeth. "Gentle wild one?" James asked confused. How can one be gentle and also wild? Clarence smiled before turning to face the man behind him "Oh my butler James, you won't understand if I tell you." "It's like this…, she looks gentle and is gentle but she can get super wild at some situations," He said and recalled when Kate was ranting her frustration on him.

She lifted her shoulders in a careless shrug. “Close your mouths.” “Darling!” Clarisse gasped — horror and reluctant welcome mixing unevenly. Inside, Clarisse thought, Why is she here? They couldn’t wait to get rid of me. Did she come to gloat? “Yes. Helloo~,” Darling purred, stepping into the room as if she owned the hotel — which, through various holdings, she partially did. “I come bearing gifts from Milan and find… this. Clarisse dear, your daughter’s choices don’t surprise me.”

says Raffaele and lays down on the floor thinking of the time he spent with Daisy. Raffaele walks into a large room and looks around to understand where he was. The room was dimly lit and had no furniture except a chair. He walks in further and sees a girl in the middle of the room. She had her wrists tied together with a rope, over her head. She was dangling on her tippy toes as the rope was pulled up higher to make her difficult to stand on her feet. She had blindfolds on and was wearing a see-through transparent short white cotton dress that reached her mid-thigh. Raffaele walks close to her and realizes it's Daisy.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

I was dressed in a gown of midnight blue that clung to every curve, moving between tables with a tray of crystal glasses. "Byron, I heard you had a run-in with your nephew's discarded mate," Mason Clark laughed, leaning back in his chair in the VIP section. He leaned closer to Cole, eyeing the faint marks on Cole’s neck that hadn't quite healed. "Word is she's a hellcat. Half the Alphas in the city are waiting for her to officially hit the market now that she's unclaimed." Cole’s grip on his glass tightened until the crystal groaned. "She isn't 'on the market,' Mason."

i block her way. “Have you heard the news, it gonna rain a lot this week. Better keep my cat Bruce in huh?” really Summer, you don’t even have a cat named Bruce lee or any other damn cat or pet. I pretty sure cats don’t go all karate on you. Get it because Bruce lee.. okay shut up Summer. “No i haven’t.. is it? i just hope your cat doe not get soaked.”she jokes. I try to laugh but i pretty sure i sound like someone who has breathing problems. “Now if you would just move i would like to put this in the room.”