Hetalia Cats Novels & Stories

There, I found her with not only the cats, but two children who were currently pouncing on each other. Portia and the kittens were watching from a safe distance high above as the young girls pounced, hissed, and pounced again. “Where did you find more cats?” I asked. “These ones seem feral.” “Girls, can you stop for a second? These are my nieces, Fiona and Dahlia. This is my husband, Olivier.”

Well, even if surprises and daisies might be good things, I didn’t need the addition of Hitler to know this was bad. “I did not sleep with Dracula! Tonsil hockey doesn’t count,” her voice shivers as she dares to peer out once more. The door is still half open and ‘Van Helsing’ is paying attention to the street than his hostage. “How in your perverted brain does me getting laid fix this,” her choke is audible. “I have so had a one-night stand, and it has nothing to do with this, and everything to do with you naming me a back luck cat!”

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

Something Gato, his amazing grey African wild pet cat clearly have no respect for, as she casually jumps on the bed and curls herself up all over the picture of the giant lion face and closes her eyes to sleep. Sergio brushes his teeth and joins her on the bed.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Nicolas opened the bedroom door and held Zenya's hand, leading her down the stairs. The house held more than fifty wolves and all the she-cats from his pack. He grinned and looked at the hopeful eyes, all looking at his mate. "How could we not know this?" Amy spoke into the hushed room. Vorlyk answered, "The South American cats may know." All eyes turned to Esta when she spoke, "They hate wolves more than humans. If they think we know, every she-cat life they control is in danger."

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”

If it weren’t for the tabby’s voice, I would’ve still been in the dark. Without hesitation, I gave the tabby two big chicken drumsticks. And just like that, I heard its thoughts again. “Waaah, these drumsticks are amazing. My owner is so pretty and kind! “But my silly, beautiful owner, you can’t keep dieting like this. You’re working yourself to the bone, and in the end it’s all benefiting that evil woman!” I listened quietly, then pulled the tabby into my arms and kissed it. There was no need to worry. The real show hadn’t even started yet.

After a few rings, a female voice comes through the line. "Hello Imperial Veterinary Center, how may I help you?" "Ah yes, I am Hai Rin. Yesterday I book a Norwegian cat breed from your center. Are my cat is ready? I would like to take him tomorrow." "Oh Miss Hai Rin, let me check for a moment." the female voice said and after a silent for a second, she continued again. "Your cat is ready, ma'am. You may come tomorrow." "Wonderful. Thank you," She replied happily. After Hai Rin ended the call, Andy Lu asks her from behind.

Cass leaned forward and her smile grew. Their dad’s sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Balric looked unimpressed, surprising Dannie. “I’m flattered, but the answer is no. I’m not interested.” Not many men passed on Cass ever. Their dad cleared his throat, giving Cass his alpha stare — narrowed eyes with his lips pressed in a thin line, and his expression a stony sternness. “That’ll do Cassandra.” She shrugged, leaned back in her chair, still smiling. “And Danielle. She—”