Curiosity Killed The Cat Novels & Stories

She knew there was something unusual in her reaction but was too engrossed in her current game to examine it. "Such a pretty kitty cat," she mused softly, her gaze boring into his for any sign of reaction. "They say cats have nine lives," she laughed softly. "Obviously, whoever came up with that little saying wasn't aware that vampires walk the world. I've found they truly only have one."

"You almost got yourself killed today." Riley turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the pillow. Her eyes were glassy with tears. "He... he was going to kill Skylar. He's a monster, Lucas." Lucas paused, a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic hovering over a deep cut. "He’s a Wild Cat. We all are. You're in a world where silence is survival, Riley. Why can't you just learn to play the part?" "Because I'm not a pet!" Riley snapped, though the effort caused a fresh wave of pain to ripple through her. She winced, her body trembling.

The light behind him flickered, swaying the embers in Cassius’ gaze more vibrantly. Ben decided then that he hated him. "Curiosity killed the cat," Ben finished dryly. His fists shaking against the magnets as his knuckles turned pale. At the rate he was going, he'd end up running back inside to huddle under his covers before he could even come up with a retort to the blow to his ego. "You’re the one assuming I’ve gotta plan, doesn’t that mean you’re in just as much danger with your curiosity?”

K Whatever remarked. K Whatever looked around but only sees a mechanical cocoon at the side. There were three empty huge mechanical cocoons that a human could fit. She wondered what could it be... "Should I check it out?" K Whatever pondered. They said 'curiosity killed the cat', however, she could not die even if it could harm her but the pain would linger... Hence, she thought it through thinking what would benefit her the most. After all, she hadn't found the thing she was looking for. Having an adventure while looking is fun and could lead her to the watch soon, why not try it?

As the saying goes *curiosity killed the cat*. Lilianah became curious and walk towards the street and what she saw there make her go weak. Her breath stopped. With both of her hands she covered her mouth to stop herself from making any noise. Tears were rolling down her eyes and she was unable to move from her place. As the alley was dark and there were few houses which were far so she can't call anyone for help.

He can run to fasten up on going there but out of respect-no, not really, it was not out of respect, Out of fear for big guy Uncle who was still leisurely walking up ahead in a slow pace while both of his hands was on both of his pockets, Little Leo little eyelashes twitches while he restrained his huge urge on going up first to solve his curiosity. Like others always say, Curiosity kills the cat. And the cat who wanted to come first or look after what happened in the corner will die as it was killed by the person whom was unexpectedly found by the cat. It doesn’t sound logical at all but still it can happen anytime soon if the curious little cat disobeyed and got killed.

I'm good at distinguishing between truth and lie. "C-can you move away?" "Oh, my apologies." I mumbled when I realized I was leaning closely at him like some detective interrogating a criminal. I went back to my seat and stared suspiciously at him. "Who is it? I won't tell anyone." They say curiosity can kill the cat, but it's reversed for me. I am a cat who kills in order to quench my curiosity. "Come on, say it." I complained, tapping my fingers on the table as I become more and more impatient.

, she asked, clearing her throat. Catherine leaned in, scrutinizing her. “There’s something you aren’t telling me. I know that look on your face”. “Curiosity kills the Cat, Cat”, Kate said, attempting to change the topic. “If it means finding out then I’ll gladly get killed”, Catherine answered, crossing her arms in all seriousness. “Oh God! What was wrong with this girl”, Kate shook her head. Catherine studied Kate, her gaze moving from her face to her collarbone. “Did the both of you have s*x?”.

‘Curiosity killed the cat’ Crimson's words came back to haunt me. I really was a curious person and really couldn’t let things lie.

I looked up at the stars and realized that it wasn’t broad daylight anymore. Maybe she might try something and I would be fucked for certain. But how I am so interested in knowing what she wants to say. Do you know the saying that curiosity once killed a cat? I am the cat in the scenario. I found her sitting down on the grass and looking up at the sky. She seems like a very unhappy woman the more I look at her. Always deep in thought, lost in her own world. Like someone who is grieving, maybe she is still grieving. I know for certain that when I lost my entire family I found comfort in thinking about them.