Cursed Images Cats Novels & Stories

Its instinct screamed danger, but it was too late. The poison, concealed within the milk by a malevolent hand, worked swiftly. The cat's movements slowed, its vibrant fur dulled, and its breaths grew shallow. With a final gasp, it collapsed, a tragic victim of human folly and cruelty. Silence descended upon the lab once more, broken only by the distant chirping of birds outside. The cat, a mere innocent seeking sustenance, had met its untimely end—a casualty in a world where even the simplest of desires could lead to tragedy.

I’m too tired. But the true disaster happened when he tried to "beautify" the math problems using the Photoshop app. In his tired state, he accidentally turned all the numbers into—cat faces. Yes, you read that right. Cat faces. Math problems, with adorable, fuzzy cat faces on top of every number.

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.

Rub his face, he returns home. Laying on the bed, he stares at the ceiling blankly. He scrolls his phone, and suddenly he stops at one account, requesting his approval. The picture is a white cat with big round green eyes. That cat somehow looks like certain someone that he knows. Fragile, cute, and soft from the outside look. But it also fierce, and do not forget that they too had claws that can hurt people. Even though it looks so cute, it also had a violent side. That person only posts one status on her page. "Funny on how fate and destiny made us meet again."

"Don't use foul language!" "I use foul language?" Catherine sneered. "When he was young, you all bullied Cato because he had no power. Finally, when he obtained evidence, that shameless old rat, Bob Alter , plotted against him. Not only did he lose the evidence, but people also tried to kill him! Tigers don't eat their cubs, but is Bob Alter even human? He's a filthy rat, a louse in the gutter, forever avoiding the light!" "Catherine! You, you!"

My breath came fast and shallow, lips now dry. In the corner, next to a fallen bookcase, stood…an enormous male cat with shiny black fur. Emerald-gold eyes peered into my soul as he lifted his head to hiss at me. I blinked a few times. Yep, I've lost it. Because what I was looking at was a panther, and we didn't have panthers in Colorado. Unless I missed something, okay, remain calm. Remember your farm training. Who the hell was I kidding? This was a wild animal, for Christ's Sake.

I slapped him again, harder this time, and tossed my phone at him without a shred of politeness. "You still have the nerve to ask?" James caught the phone with fumbling hands, his expression shifting from indignation to unease as he noticed the look on my face. He glanced at the phone screen, and I smirked, my voice dripping with mockery. "You're living quite the carefree life, aren't you, James?" "Babe! Listen to me! Let me explain! I have no idea where these photos came from!" James panicked. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. "You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?"

* Liken said jumping up and down. *You will find out soon.* Alaric said in a disgruntled voice. He trotted to the door and was about to knock when the door swung open revealing a lady dressed in a long white robe. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her face was radiant. She carried a large black cat in her hands. Seeing Alaric, the cat jumped out of her arms and ran inside. He never liked to be around Alaric. “Aunty, prompt as ever… you never let me knock the door,” Alaric complained with a weak smile.

"You shouldn't hold grudges against your little brother... He didn't mean to hurt your mate, it was a sudden reaction to human blood which he is smelling for the first time... We wouldn't have let him hurt her." "Get out of here!" Augustus growled at them. Their calmness and politeness irks him. Luca asked Silas and Leo to leave them alone and they walked away. Augustus looked at Luca and sighed frustrated. "I don't need your lecture." He turned around to leave. Luca is a huge man with black skin, just like his panther form. "You know that curse is real..." Luca said. "Are you asking me?" Augustus mocked with hateful glare.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.