Hello Kitty Originated Novels & Stories

Her upturned reddish smokey quartz eyes held me in their crystalline reflection and her plump full lips were coated with a thin matte chocolate layer of gloss that matched her skin, it complimented the tiny box milk cartons of strawberry milk earrings clinging to her earlobes nicely. "I'm sorry about this morning!" She nodded and wordlessly placed a flyer on my desk. I looked at it. It was a flyer about an audition for a talent agency here. I could hardly believe my eyes, it's Hysterical Kitten Entertainment?! It was most famous for being founded by the Father of the lead singer of the Famous rock band, Blacklist! To think they were here in Ibaraki... "This..." I was speechless. I looked at

She laughed and took the dishes he’d brought in. “Uncle Dak! Come look at my room!” Lorelei grabbed him by the hand, and the next thing he knew, he was upstairs in a room so pink, it looked as if a bottle of Pepto-Bismal had exploded. “Sit down!” She pulled on his arm until he found a spot on her pink rug near a teddy bear tea party, and she went off to her toy box to find various items to show him. “This is my kitten. Her name is Kitty. I got her for Christmas last year,” she said, handing him a stuffed white cat.

She squatted in front of it and patted its fur softly. The kitten leaned closer for more touch and pat. "I guess you're lonely, just like me," she mumbled and gently carried the kitten in her arms, still patting. "It's a female. Wow, cute. Do you have a name?" she asked, as if the cat could talk. "Let's give you a name then. How about... uhm... Whitey?" The kitten didn't make a sound. "I guess you don't like the name. What about... Lolly? Like Lollipop, Lolly?"

“I really should be telling Aubrey this. Aubrey needs to know.” “I’m right here, Dad,” my sleepy headed Little Kitten says as she steps out of my bedroom wearing the shirt I had on last night over her skimpy dress. It covers far more of her slender body than the dress. Jack looks at me with his brow raised and says, “haven’t mated yet? HA!” “Nothing happened, Dad! Adonis massaged my feet and I massaged the tension out of his back, then fell asleep telling him how handsome he is and what a great guy he is,” Aubrey says.

They’ve made millions since starting Fable, but unlike the other boys, you never hear anything about their families. Why is that? “I wish I’d gotten a photo of you snogging that cardboard cutout of Lyall,” Kitty says, flicking boredly through the dresses hanging on the rack in front of her. “I could have printed it out and given it to him as birthday present. I bet he’d like that.” “I wasn’t snogging it,” I say hotly, feeling my cheeks flush. “I was just pressed up against it a bit while I was hiding.” “Sure, sure,” Kitty says.

Kitty replied, and she could hear steps walking away. After a few minutes, Kitty opened her door and stuck her head in the lobby. No one was there. She slide into the room with one arm around her waist -- she was still in the bath towel. Breakfast looked fantastic. It was two slices of toast, a fried egg, a cup of milk and a bowl of strawberry. Her favorite!!! "Luckyyy~" Kitty yelled and jumped to the bowl of strawberry. If she had the sensation of a werewolf, she would have known someone was right outside her door. But she was not, so she just dropped a strawberry in her mouth and went on the check the box.

“There, so beautiful.” I hold the end of the leash and give a tug, pulling her off the chair and down to her knees. She gasps, grabbing her neck in horror. “Is this—is this…?” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.”

Noticing she still had the kitten on her arms who was now shifting comfortably on the thick soft fabric of her red hoodie dress, she frowned slightly as she stared at its eyes which were staring back at her. "You resemble the blue moon for somehow," she said to the kitten, although she knew it couldn't understand her. "Your fur like the night sky. And your wide eyes, like the moon. So blue. So sad. And so..lonely. Hmm..How about I call you..Luna? Is that OK? Luna?" "Meow." She smiled brightly. "I'm glad you like it. It's the name of the Moon Goddess in Roman Mythology. I know you don't know anything about Mythology. But I think the Moon Goddess is just as pretty as you are."

"Bossy tonight, kitten? Fine, but don't think I won't spank that ass for making daddy wait.” He let her push him toward the bathroom, his hand squeezing her hip possessively before the door clicked shut. Katherine exhaled in relief, her pulse thundering. She rushed to the kitchen, retrieving the chilled cake, its caramel glistening temptingly. Back to the terrace, she placed it on a side table. In the bedroom, she affixed a sticky note to the mirror, ‘Your kitten awaits in the terrace. Come claim your surprise.’

He places his hand on my cheek and says, “Hey, what’s wrong?” “Nothing Daddy…” “Come on KittyKat, what’s wrong?” “That nickname, where?” He laughs as he moves and wraps his arms around me and says, “When you were 3, you saw one of the older kids shift and you had asked why he turned into a dog. We then spent three days explaining that we were, that you were a werewolf and that when you were old enough, you would get a wolf and you would shift into one as well. But you didn’t want to accept it. You didn’t want to be a dog or a wolf, you wanted to be a cat. We told you that you couldn’t be a cat as you were a wolf, so to try to prove us wrong for the next six months, you would only purr or meo