Curiosity Killed The Cat Novels & Stories

Why were they arguing? He was close enough to not only see the scowl on Bella's face but make out the rage in Venus's voice. And for some reason unbeknownst to him, he stopped. Just the way he stopped at his father's door, posed to listen. They couldn't see him. The didn't know he was here. Jules stopped. He wished later on that he didn't. What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat. If Jules was the cat then curiosity murdered him. In cold blood.

She always had to know. As a child, the phrase "Curiosity killed the Cat" was repeated to her very often as her parents tried to warn her about sticking her nose in other people's business, but she'd never been able to learn the lesson they so desperately tried to teach her. Today, that saying might finally come true. Curiosity might finally kill her cat. She supposed it wasn't a bad way to go, "Death at the hand of a Billionaire." She could probably write a killer book about it. If she ended up dying, hopefully, someone would.

Even though I hadn’t planned on mating with Rem tonight, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to Rem. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

Benjamin prodded, to which I huffed before looking up at him. “Have you heard of the saying that goes “curiosity kills the cat” ?” Benjamin seemed visibly confused as he looked down at himself, “But I'm not a cat, am I?” Rolling my eyes fondly at his deliberate misunderstanding, I said, “You know exactly what I mean, daddy.” Smirking, he got up spread my legs wide and situated himself in between them, his eyes shining with mischievous perversion. “Really, baby girl? Do I know?”

“Also I like to keep people hanging.” “Wow,” I blurted, my mouth gaping. “I guess I chose the wrong word then.” “Maybe you did,” she laughed at my utterance. “But what’s to life without a little curiosity?” “Curiosity they said killed a cat, Ariana,” I argued, saying her name for the first time since we met. “For a while there I thought you had forgotten my name or didn't catch it when I introduced myself to you yesterday,” she snorted and bent to pick up the black dress with a slit and pressed the top of the dress to my neck.

“Curiosity kills the cat, Edmond.” Narrowing my eyes, I snickered, his desire to know further would only fall me lower in his eyes. I wonder if he would care for me this much then. “Kill me then.” He chuckled, the curiosity was dripping from his eyes clearly, he wanted to know badly. “Oh, you.” Sighing, my smile converted into a dejected one. Flashing those unwanted images in my mind, my words halted. My mind blackened to perceive what exactly should I tell him?

Kaia asked. “Among other things,” Eton replied before murmuring, “la curiosità uccise il gatto." Kaia looked up at him. “What?” “An old Italian proverb,” Eton said, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Basically means the same thing as ‘Curiosity killed the cat.’ A very wise proverb, don’t you think?” “Are you threatening me?” Kaia said with a grin. Eton's eyes lingered on her smiling mouth for a second. “Not at the moment.”

"We'll. But to the heavens, not anywhere else." A chill ran down my spine. With my throat suddenly getting very perched, I gulped. "L-listen to me. I've nothing to do with you. I need to go right now, so let me go," I stuttered out. "Right, we've nothing to do with you," said the man with scar on his face, making me turn to him. "But our boss does. If you're eager to leave, you shouldn't have come here in the first place. There's a saying in English, 'Curiosity killed the cat'. It became true for you."

She didn’t reply, just looked up at me like there was nothing that she could say. I decided that I would help her out. I moved closer to her and bent down a bit so that I was eye level with her. “W-what are you d-doing?” she asked, her eyes looking panicked. I grabbed a lock of her hair. “Curiosity, little mouse… it was curiosity that killed the cat,” I said. I stood up straight and folded my arms. “Since you are going to be living under my roof, soon we are going to have to set ground rules,” I said.

Then: "Curiosity kills the cat." The icy tone the sentence was uttered in made Katherine feel like he reached the end of his patience. As if he would really kill her if she said just one more word. Cat, kitten, Kitty. It matched. She gulped. Finally her anger was overshadowed by fear. She knew pretty well, the earl wasn't a good man. Him collaborating with her cousin was the best indication. She didn't know his limits yet. If he was a psychopath like Ethan... she should better be careful. Or else she'd get herself killed for real.