Cursed Cat Images Novels & Stories

" Mr Trex. You have come here to do a job. You have done it now please leave." Patrick growled. His eyes grew a misty black and his sharp warewolf teeth began to protrude from his mouth. " I.....I......I....am sorry." He stuttered. He was so scared that the front of his pants became soaked with urine. He looked at the bush in the far end of the garden. There was something there that made Ella suspicious. Ella found this man repulsive.

Kenny sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a big cigar. “My gift to you is number one, a beating you will remember for the rest of your life or number two, a more merciful option, you grovel at my feet begging me for mercy while you refer to me as your lord,” uttered Kenny as he blew the smoke from his cigar at Luke’s face. Luke was terrified, shook to the core, but his pride did not let him loose face. “no way I’m going to grovel at a rat’s feet. Do the very worst you can, you inferior specimen,” Luke said firmly, concealing his fear perfectly.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

One hit, and I’m back to original manufacturer settings, wondering who I am and why my cheeks feel like they’ve been kissed by a brick. “Get back to your senses, you pathetic, hollow, brain-dead waste of space. A useless, shivering, white-skinned animal with the personality of a damp carpet and the spine of a jellyfish. You’re an annoying, taintless, blood-feeding parasite who brings nothing to the table but noise and disappointment. You’re a walking, non-breathing mistake, a loud-mouthed, empty-headed clown who couldn’t find his own reflection in a mirror. You are a disgusting, entitled, low-tier glitch in the system, a non-sweaty, unwashed excuse for an animal who makes anyone in a room wi

Cat laughed, “They are a little different than most, and you can ask whatever you want. I’m not embarrassed, and they are perfectly legal. First, I am an alternative model. It sounds weirder than it is, but because of my tattoos, that is how it is described. It is clear that I will not be featured in the JCPenney catalog, but I am preferred for certain clothing and accessories, as well as shoots specifically about tattoos. The other job is a little harder to explain. I am a dominatrix, but I am strictly hands-off. Some men like to be intimidated and controlled, and I just seem to have that presence.” “The modeling would explain why you can have two hours of sleep in three days and still look

"Control yourself, Levante. The curse is devouring you from the inside!" "You dare speak to me like that?" I advanced slowly, my voice a low, guttural growl that no longer belonged fully to me. Power radiated from every pore, making the air thick and oppressive. "Offer your soul, old man. I may grant you a quick death." "Levante, snap out of it. This is not you. You cannot kill me. Remember who I am to you." "I do not care." My eyes turned pure black, swallowing all light. "Give me your life, or I will slaughter everyone inside this house. Their blood calls to me, whispering promises of sweet release."

She put it down when she saw me, a mocking smile playing on her lips. I tried to ignore her, wanting only to escape this suffocating place. To my surprise, Mandy stood up and blocked my path. She crossed her arms as she looked down at me with challenging eyes. "Leaving so soon? I thought you'd be shameless enough to stick around," Mandy mocked. I stared at her, not saying a word. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Mandy gloated at my silence. "I told you, you're not good enough for Ethan. Look at yourself, all pathetic and bitter."

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath, “What new games are you playing now, Selene? First, you bestowed us with a curse, and now this. My mate is a Lycan, the most powerful one. Yet, she’s so vulnerable. We couldn’t be together.” Moon Goddess must have been laughing at me from up above. Gritting my teeth, I finally reached the cottage. Padding through the empty hall, I rushed upstairs and reached her room. Panic fueled my entrance as I swept through the door. I laid Diana down, her stillness sending a chill through me. I grasped her shoulders, shaking her, desperate for a sign of life. But she didn’t move.