Jemima Cats Novels & Stories

“Forgive her, Prescott. I don’t think she can hear you. And by the way, you should cut her some slack, she hasn’t been filled in on what is happening.” Prescott glared at her, and folded his arms across his chest, to the amusement of Amelia who was finding the whole exchange funny, yet interesting. She was curious though about what Emma was talking about. “You want to fill her in on what is happening? Isn’t she human?” Emma shook her head. “She is from the jaguar clan.” Prescott turned to look at Amelia again, this time around, with a renewed interest that wasn’t oblivious to Amelia. Really? The squirrel could understand Emma! Amelia couldn’t believe it.

Luxstay looked closely, didn't agree, that cat was beautiful, but cute, still his treasured pearl was cuter. White cats are very clean, unlike feral cats, they must have run out of the house. Luxstay and Emma did not leave, trying to find a way to help it find its owner, but have not come up with any results, its owner appeared, said thank you to the two and took the white cat home. Emma's eyes were always fixed on that cat, until she disappeared, then she regained her gaze. "Do you like cats?" Luxstay asked. Emma thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes."

"I don't know." I shook my head while smirking before I pinched her nose. "You little devil. He'd probably spend the next few weeks being a trying hard photographer." "At least he's got something else to do." She went to pick up her new cat. "What will you name her?" Jemimah pecked a kiss on the cat before she answered me with a smile. "Miss Elizabeth." I froze, the curve on my lips slowly faded which she noticed immediately. Her brows furrowed and she stared at me in a confused way. "What's wrong, Roam? Didn't you like her name?"

I said drawing circles on Jessie's lap. Pushing my hand away, she asked, "Wait a minute, you said Jemima? As in Jemima Raymond, the famous model? How could you break up with such a beauty? This just goes to show that I am dispensable, just like she and the others, right?"

Alpha was surprised and he was curious about what happened. "What's going on here?" Alpha asked. "Why don't you ask her, Alpha?" I said with a smile. "Jemma? Do you have something to say?" he asked curiously. "Uhmm, Nothing, Alpha. I just asked Crema when she will accept you as a mate. I can't wait to witness your mating," Jemma lied. "It will happen someday, Jemma. Right now I'm ready to wait for her when she's ready,"she replied with a smile.

Her mum asked all at once. “I-I- don't know,” she panicked, looking at us for help. “Hand the phone to Ella this minute. Why isn't she picking her calls? What is wrong with you?” Her mum sounded furious as she spoke, yelling. “She is gone! She is gone, mum. We don't know where she is. Someone kidnapped her.” Jemma let the cat out of the bag and I froze. I didn't even realize that I had gotten up from the bench and was now back to pacing until I heard those words.

Emily likes the baths, she could play with the toys, she has duckies, clamps, boats, and lots of other things to play with, while Callina does the dirty job of washing her. Mollis was a different story, she's a kitten, she has some cat in her, and all cats hate water, the fact that her dada washes her every night is cruel in her eyes, but he says she gets too dirty during the day, even if she has some juice spilt on her during the day, and some dirt on her hands, she's still clean. She hates taking baths, and Jace has decided to wash her, he missed it last night, which made her think that she's out of the danger of being washed, ever again.

this made her laugh, turning over to face the ceilings with one of her hands covering her face. "Last time we talked, you said you have no plans of having a baby at all because you are too lazy to care for it," she recalled. Jemima let out a loud laugh on the other side, "Still, there is no telling when such a thing could happen, given how horny I am and the number of men I've bedded this whole month. Damn! Last night was wild!" she shamelessly admitted. Aileen felt like slapping her dirty mouth "Jemmy, take care of yourself for heaven sake. You sound like a broken hearted girl to me, still don't go around sleeping with every man out there. You deserve better" she knew that a jerk ex of hers

"Never." I gave her a small, watery smile. "I know," I murmured. "But you were fighting your own battles." And it was true. Even now, the memory of her situation made my chest ache. Jemima wasn’t just a rich girl with an easy life, no matter how it looked from the outside. Her father, the chairman of a massive conglomerate, had countless illegitimate children scattered around the country, the product of affairs, one-night stands, secret arrangements.

“Remember, this is just a game. Get close to her. Make her trust you. Break her walls. Once she falls, so will Khalid’s pride. That’s when we strike. He won’t even see it coming.” Aaron smirked. “It’s easy, Mother. Very easy.” Priya’s eyes glimmered with satisfaction as she looked out into the space, the sound of her faint laughter mingling with the wind. “I can't let my son fall for that woman, it'll spoil my game. I need to finish this before that happens.” She said in her mind. --- The next morning, Jemima stood in front of her mirror, fully dressed in her favorite pair of baggy jeans and a crisp white long-sleeve shirt. Her hair flowed down her back in soft waves, gleaming like a waterfa