Josie Cat Novels & Stories

The last hour, however, has been an exercise in unusual behavior. "My liege." He placed his right arm across his chest so his folded fist touched his left shoulder and bowed briefly. The whole act lasted perhaps four seconds, but my wildcat's eyes were stuck in a cartoonist state of shock on the young vamp as if he had performed an astounding trick. "My wildcat would like to know if you are indeed waiting for us or if you are here for someone else." Josie blushed right on cue. "I'm not a wildcat. Stop calling me that." She protested with a burning face.

’ Irene released a long quivering sigh. ‘But it is a companion, Irene,’ he went on. ‘And—’ ‘No,’ she repeated as someone knocked on the door. Murad swore beneath his breath, then he opened the door to reveal the driver who’d brought Irene up from the Coast. ‘Sorry, sir,’ the driver said, ‘but the rain held up the traffic a bit. Here she is.’ And he put a bundle of curly white fur down on the floor. ‘Lady McPherson said to say many, many thanks, her name is Josie and—’ he looked down at a bag he held in his other hand ‘—this is all her gear.’

Josie frowned and managed a smile, "Uncle, I know I am uneasy today, which may make you unhappy, but I think my designs are not so bad. Among my peers, I have never seen a better design!" Marcel did not expect that Josie would still think her designs were not bad, so he asked, "Do you know a designer named Jocelyn White?" Josie froze and could not keep smiling. She answered, "Yes, I know her. Uncle, why did you mention her?"

Or could there be other servant who was bullying her? "I stayed up all night watching a movie. I guess that is why my eyes are swollen. No one is bothering me, Isla. I'm more than willing to help out miss Lucia," Josie replied, stuttering. The reply seemed like a regular one, nothing suspicious, but her body language didn't match. Her hands kept shaking.

She needed to leave as the man was searching for her, but how? In haste, Josie looked around the room, finding the small gap from the floor. As she removed the carpet, she found a staircase that led more below. She wondered how this would help her to go out but going backward was not a choice and staying here would only give her a fate similar to a trapped mouse. Finally, she went down the ladder with haste. Reaching the ground, she jumped down and dusted her hands. She then looked around her, shocked to find that somehow she had found another door. Opening it, her eyes were greeted with the bright light from the full moon.

Trust King to meddle, even from behind bars. In the kitchen, I drop the plates off before heading into the main room. Josie is sitting with Maz and Rose, chatting animatedly. She’s around twenty-four, her manicured nails tapping lightly against her cup. Her glossy hair falls in perfect waves, and her designer outfit screams money. There’s an air about her—a spoiled entitlement that rubs me the wrong way. “Yeah, so Daddy gave me the car for my last birthday, but it’s, like, so boring now. I told him I need something more… exciting,” she says, her voice high and flippant.

Meanwhile, my body was getting ready for a fight. "Ciao, Sottocapo. Fancy seeing you here. It's been way too long," said Josie with a coy smirk, another crazy killer parked in front of me. This one was a special type of looney tunes. While JR was repulsed by the old man's attention, Josie had always been fascinated with Marino. Becoming one of his regular whores was considered a privilege to her. She even fucked me a few times to try and get him to look her way.

Jeffery stares at him in confusion. Lexis' smirk widens before he lets out a cold laugh and snaps his fingers. Just then, Jayson is seen making his way into the basement holding a blue silver Persian cat to his chest. Jeffrey's confident face turns into a frightful and panicking one. He swallows hard as sweat becomes visible on his forehead. Lexis reaches out to Jayson who hands over the cat to him before going over to stand beside Erica who keeps looking at him in confusion. "It's such an adorable kitty..." Lexis utters softly to the cat who relaxes in his hold.

His silence had driven her into an ice cellar. Josie burst into tears, and she was choked up while saying, “I thought that no matter how much I quarrel with you or nag at you, with our unswerving feelings, you’d never get tired of me. It turns out that I was wrong. I’m not Sis Angeline, after all. I’m not as lucky as her to have met Jay who loves her without a bottom line.” When Josie was done speaking, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Then, she fixed her gaze on Zayne with a coercing look in her eyes.