Josie The Half Cat Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

She’s one with nature, as her kind often are, and doesn’t need me at all while she’s out there. Joseph was wrong. She’s not a Halfling. She’s definitely half Lycan, but her other half is demon. Cambions we call them. Although I’m not even sure we can call Pippa a Cambion. As far as I know, a half-Lycan, half-demon Cambion has never existed.

Rowan demanded . sighing, my beautiful mate, let's out. I sigh of her own umm, that's my fault. I'm afraid you see my daughter is half wolf ,half human and half witch, and she's only known a human life until recently and when she met the quad's she instantly went into heat , and then met king Michael and then . that's when Jade took over.

Her face was flushed, clearly in the throes of her heat. Lucas gently stroked her forehead, his eyes full of concern. The caption read: "My Alpha dropped everything to take care of me, leaving his runaway Omega behind while I'm sick. This is what true love is—choosing the one who really needs you." Below it, in smaller text: "Certain half-bloods should stop dreaming." I watched the video, my heart completely still. I almost wanted to laugh. Because this scene was all too familiar. My first heat, three years ago.

“Really?” She clicks her tongue as she checks Jace’s knee, only for a high pitched screaming Cleo to run into the hallway and launch herself at my middle son. Cleo is Orpheus’ and Rosa’s daughter and because she is often here, she treats this house like her own. The triplets love having her over, she is only 4 and enjoys the attention they give her. “Mummy, Daddy wants you to marry him…” Josie states walking past as she holds Cleo’s hand.

“Cheers to that,” Mason says, lifting his glass of water in a gesture Josie had taught us. Josie lifts her glass, clinking it against his before taking a drink. “She also identified Cornelius as her father,” Deacon says and Josie shudders. “For the record, I see absolutely no resemblance between the two of you,” he adds. “Thank god. Because I'd be so offended, that dude is ugly as hell,” she laughs and we all join her. I’m so proud of how well she is taking this.

Josephine Cromwell- or Jossie for short was the most beautiful she-wolf in Rabidcrest pack. Standing at about five eleven, she had the eyes of pearls and the hair of a raven's wing. Her hair touched her stomach in length. She was skinny. Clearly not fed right. That didn't stop her from her beauty. She had pale snow-white skin and plump nude-pink lips. They were kissable. She described them as so once in a mirror. Josephine's favorite color was black and that was all her wardrobe consisted of.

I frown, not understanding what she means; her kind blue eyes smile sadly as she lowers herself to the ground beside me. “Have you come to take us with you?” She chuckles, “Not yet, dear; first, I want to tell you about my life.” I lay back on the soft grass as Josie takes my hand in hers; she pants my hand as she starts talking. “I grew up in a small pack; all I wanted to do was find my mate and have pups.” She giggles, raising her eyebrows at me as she continues, “A lot of pups. Every full moon, I would climb the mountain on our territory until I reached the very top and sit in a clearing much like this and pray to the moon goddess.”

she says with tears in her eyes once again. I want to go comfort my mother, but I still felt that disconnect between us. I am sorry for the pain she has endured but she has since made some poor choices. “So, Josie is my half-sister?” I say quietly as the realization just hit me. The half-sister who was now stolen from us I consider.

Even though you're exceptionally talented, skilled, attractive, and beautiful, you don't stir any feelings in my heart. Josie sneered. She fought hard to suppress her anger, forcing a smile instead. She sighed and said, "We've been friends for so long and know each other so well, yet it feels like I'm truly seeing you for the first time now. Candice does have a unique charm." Elio lowered his head and responded impassively, "I'm busy. If there's nothing else, please leave." Feeling discontent, Josie stood up reluctantly and quietly left the study. As she entered the living room, she found Candice dressed in adorable cartoon pajamas, applying a facial mask with her hair styled in a bun.