Kitty Katswell Novels & Stories

I was about to respond when a new presence filled the room. “You guys will never believe what I found out.” It was Kat. Her perfect blonde hair was tied in a messy bun, and her skirt was as tiny as ever. She’d sent me a text that morning, saying she needed to show me something and would be at the mansion soon. I figured it had something to do with that witch Brooke, who hated me for reasons only she knew. Kat dropped into the seat across from Wellington and me, scrolling through her phone. “Here, your hunch was right all along,” Kat said, pushing her phone forward, its pouch sparkling brighter than glitter itself.

“There, so beautiful.” I hold the end of the leash and give a tug, pulling her off the chair and down to her knees. She gasps, grabbing her neck in horror. “Is this—is this…?” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.”

It's like I don't care about the conversation between the two of them. "Are you with Eligor?" Gadreel asked on the other end of the line, and this innocent Katelyn responded— "Yes, there was no room for two, so he slept on the couch. We just wandered around, haha," She answered awkwardly, but she didn't say she vented, so we had a drink last night. "Ah, is that so? What time are you leaving? I'd like to see you?" When he asked, Kate looked at me while signaling the time on her wrist.

My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf. Kitty has white fur that is slightly dreadlocks but not rough, she has claws that are sharp but not strong and sharp, she also has paws and hands that are colored like bubble gum. There’s no way if my wolf is an omega from the common people can look so luxurious and beautiful like that, right? And from the start Kitty had a necklace with a scarlet pendant instead of a yellow shoulder strap. “Forget about this for a while, Kate. You have to prepare a few things for the dinner party.”

Ones that would benefit the greater number. “Yrenea, Katelyn.” Katelyn, Kat to everyone. Known by everyone, although disliked by some. The woman who has this easygoing attitude built in her. The woman who knows how to carry herself, even during her dark days. Kat, who was often referred to as shallow, when really she is just fun and light to be with. Kat, who was always curious and asking questions to confirm her assumptions. The same woman who claims to not cry a lot but sobbed when she could not save the kitten from the tree branch, or when Eli and her fought. The same woman who always announces to the world how she hates Lucas, but did not hesitate to act as his girlfriend when a girl was

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

In the time it takes me to take just a few bites of one pancake, Ben's already finished his first round and is going in for seconds. "Leave some for Kitty," Elliot says. "Yeah, here's bettin' she'll be real starvin' when she wakes up," Lyall says. The boys all laugh then, at some private joke. Kitty was the older girl from the other night. The insanely beautiful one. What's she doing staying in a cabin with five guys? Is she dating one of them? "What's so funny?" A posh British-accented girl's voice calls from down the passageway. “I heard my name.”

well it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye, and I really liked my eyes. We had reached a rare moment of calm, when they were all eagerly watching their bobbers for any sign of movement. I was leaning against the rail, hoping this interlude would last a little longer when a husky voice behind me whispered. "Can you loan me a worm?" I straightened up and turned to find Kat behind me. She was wearing a Trailblazer shirt that was tight enough to accentuate her form, without being inappropriate to wear around children. "Of course." Jimmy was coming up the trail a few yards behind her carrying a fishing pole.

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.

She imparted, then bid goodbye to K one last time before she closed her door. Jesse blinked a couple of times. He didn't know which surprised him more: K spending time with the obnoxious, crazy cat lady that was Mrs. Petrushka, or that she pertained to K as his girlfriend. Did K tell her that he's her boyfriend? What was she doing inside the cat lady's home, anyway? And who the fuck is Dimitri? He had too many questions going on in his mind, he wondered if he was going insane. Didn't matter. K didn't leave and that's all that was what's important