Kitty Softpaws Human Novels & Stories

"What the fuck!" "Hey, sweetheart. Calm down." I went to the little pup and took her in my arms to comfort her, seeing her barking like that at someone was new since Kittie was a tame little pet and never barked at people. "She doesn't like you, maybe she senses your rotten aura," I chuckled, enjoying his shocked face. "What is that dog doing here?" He pointed at Kittie and then looked around the house. "Is Cassie really here? Cassie! Where are you?" He went out screaming in all directions.

“We have a kitten now.” “Oh my God!” I shrieked. “Really? Where?” Streaking past him, I blew into the hallway, ready to race to the front room. But Wick turned, lifting something in his arms—something small, and soft, with incredibly fluffy gray, brown, and black fur full of darker tiger stripes. “Oh my God. Look at it! Oh…” Rushing back to him, I instantly reached out to pet the bundle. “It’s so cute. And soft. Oh… Did you feel how soft it is?”

For a werewolf who had a hard time dealing with cats in the past couple of years, she cares so much about this creature and all other animals she used to hate after her awakening about fifteen years ago. "Alright. Fine. I'll do it." I agreed and looked at Harley in the eyes, and I saw a small sign of life. Well, with this kind of disaster, I believe she won't reach her ninth life. Death is only her escape. I concentrated and held the popsicle kitty tightly, and I began melting the ice surrounding the animal's body. "Get me a towel, Babe," I asked and held the wet cat that kept flinching while trying to escape from my hold.

Then, I dipped my finger into the water and allowed the droplets to fall on the kitten’s lips. “You poor thing.” I couldn’t help but stroke the kitten. I was horrified at its state. If Tyrelle said that it wasn’t the wolves that had done this, then that could only mean that humans did this, right? “I’m so sorry. I wish I could help more. But if you survive, I’ll take care of you.” Something cold trickled down my finger as I stroked the kitten. Then, I felt a spark that immediately made me draw my hand back. It wasn’t painful, but it startled me.

Both Vance and Purple were shocked to hear 'kit kit'; it was the first word they've heard out of her; other than 'Ava', they shared a look before the Alpha released the pup from his hold. Ava slowly crawled up to Purple's lap where the cat was sitting, looking back at the pup with a bored expression. 'Kit Kit!' The pup squealed again before she suddenly grabbed the kitten in her small palms making the kitten let out a 'meow' in surprise. The pup set the kitten down on her lap and starting patting its head. The cat purred in affection as Vance draped his arm around Purple's shoulder, making the Girl lean on him as the Alpha placed a swift kiss on the Girl's forehead. Suddenly the pup stopped

She turn around as she smiled at my wolf. After such a long time, my wolf was happy. He grinned at her. I realized I was too big for her to climb hence I bend down for her to climb. Once she hop on top of me, I barked signaling her we are leaving.

Mason stood up from the front of the bus to look at the baker’s dozen children in their seats. They all ranged in age from three to ten, just as they ranged in their abilities. One little girl, Jade, had easily won my Mason over. She was only three years old and, like me, had a physical mutation that was reptilian… more lizard than a snake, but still, there were visible scales on her face, her winter jacket and pants hiding the others.

"Alright, it's time to depart. Let's go, Camilla," Stuart declared with a sense of authority, the weight of responsibility evident in his demeanor. "Goodbye, Mom and Dad," Camilla bid farewell, her affectionate tug on Stuart's arm betraying a genuine closeness between them. Rake, Stuart's meticulous assistant, awaited them near the sleek, black Lamborghini, opening the door with a courteous bow that spoke of practiced elegance. "Good morning, young master," Rake greeted, his gestures refined and respectful, bowing repeatedly as a mark of deference.

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Sophia, please. I do not know where I am. I do not know how long I have been here. Please find me. Please." I stopped the video. I could not watch any more. "Her name is Kate," Sophia said. "She wants to be a veterinarian. She loves horses. She has a stuffed rabbit named Mr. Whiskers that she has slept with since she was four years old. She is not a bargaining chip. She is a person. And David has her hidden somewhere, and I have spent two years doing everything he said because I was terrified of what he would do if I refused."

Goldie Lockhart is back at the protected family estate with the family heads, and tonight he wants to see Kitty Softpaws, his trusted family ally from the old days. Poor Kitty Softpaws did not go to the university ground. He works as a young soldier at the Horner Family Market Holdings front operation enterprise, and he still lives in the same house with his father. It is just the two of them since Esmeralda Softpaws ran off from the family line. His mother used to tell them she was going to a safe book club, but really, she was dealing with a rival guy she met in a bad harbor bar. They had no idea until she came to the estate, packed a black bag, and said she was leaving the bloodline.