Honey The Cat Novels & Stories

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

“Who is she ? And why did you bring her here ?” “This is … Damn, what was your name sweetheart ?” He tries to focus his eyes on her. She giggles, like it’s funny. “I’m Honey, Alpha Therian, you know that”. “Sure, I do”. He tries to wiggle his eyebrows, but looks more like he has a weird tick. “Honey, this is Honey, she wants to give me some honey”. “Oh you are so bad Therian”. She giggles again, sending me a mean glare.

Yet. Honey and mossy (what I have named them, due to eye colors) stood huddled on the other side of the dungeon corridor, their voices too low to hear. Honey then stepped back into my cell and did the same thing as mossy, stuck his nose in my hair, and took a big whiff scenting me. When he stepped back, he too had a look of bewilderment on his face, his eyes curiously scanning me. Then he went back to stand with his friend. “I don’t see how it’s possible,” Honey said, this time not as quiet.

Her eyes became incredibly fierce. "Honey, say something! I also want you to make me ribs and coleslaw." As I spoke, I gently rested my head on his shoulder and unconsciously caressed his abs with my hand. Of course, my gaze never left Poppy. She was bristling now, making strange sounds from her mouth. It did not sound like a cat's meow but more like a woman's scream, only somewhat deeper. I had angered her, but this was not enough. I stared at her intently, then provocatively raised my eyebrows at her.

I groan and bite my tongue, and Kent growls in response. “Can’t do that though I… will do my best to contain myself if we fool around,” I say, though I’m not sure I mean it. “The girl I was talking to, her name is Honey and she used to date Riley. She told me where his rubbers are…” she says, as she reaches for my hair, and digs her nails into the back of my scalp. “Fuck…” I curse, closing my eyes. *We can do it! It’ll be okay,* Kent says, though I’m not as confident.

The day the Sterling family came to honor an old marriage agreement, my adopted younger sister suddenly confessed. "I used Sophie's photo to date a scholarship kid online. He's coming here today to propose, and someone that low is the kind of person I deserve. "Mom, Dad, I don't deserve the Sterling marriage. Send me away." Her eyes swam with tears. She looked stubborn and self-sacrificing, the perfect brave little martyr. My parents, who'd always favored Ava, made their decision immediately. They pointed at me, standing off to the side, watching the whole performance. "Ava grew up with us. She understands our world better than you do. She's the one who should marry into the Sterling fa

“You sure you’re okay?” The toy pulses again, relentless. I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Just can't wait to eat.” I don’t know how long I can keep this up. But deep down, some twisted part of me already knows: KittenTamer isn’t going to let me come easy. “Okay, get to know you. So, what’s your favorite dessert? I need to know in case your ex starts bombarding me with questions.” I open my mouth to answer, but the toy buzzes violently against me, low and insistent, almost commanding. I clamp my thighs together instinctively, forcing the words out in a strangled whisper. “Churros. Cinnamon sugar.”

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

Ashton explained. So that’s the story they were going with. Good to know. I’m guessing what’s in the syringe is really Adder’s venom. It makes sense. My pet is no meek girl. She's a fighter through and through. The officer looked at Adder. “Miss, can you tell me what happened?” he asked. Knowing that Adder was playing a part, I decided to do my part, rubbing her back. Okay, so I liked holding her close like this, but this is a show for now. “It’s alright, pet. Go ahead and tell the officer what happened.” I encouraged her.

She's freed herself from all responsibilities and all she cares about is herself and her arts. Everything from her ripped shorts that she’s one too many times to her colourful neon coloured hair is original. She sings from the top of her lungs when her favourite song comes on the radio and she loves creating beautiful music. She sings every night in all kinds of cafés and you'll find her in the streets during the day, singing for the crowds and living her life off of tips. Moving to this town Vityhill; she's ready to bless their ears with her talent. She finds herself somehow drawn into a pet store, and right in the corner, past all of the cute puppies and kittens, she somehow picks the "ove