Kitty X Dudley Novels & Stories

“I really should be telling Aubrey this. Aubrey needs to know.” “I’m right here, Dad,” my sleepy headed Little Kitten says as she steps out of my bedroom wearing the shirt I had on last night over her skimpy dress. It covers far more of her slender body than the dress. Jack looks at me with his brow raised and says, “haven’t mated yet? HA!” “Nothing happened, Dad! Adonis massaged my feet and I massaged the tension out of his back, then fell asleep telling him how handsome he is and what a great guy he is,” Aubrey says.

I smirked, supporting my chin in the heel of my palm as Tommy climbed on my legs and leaned over the handle of my wheelchair. “Kitty, kitty!” He started pointing to the floor, his feet moving painfully over my groin. I didn't tell the boy anything, already used to his dangerous acrobatics. But I so whished his mother would sense my pain and decide to collect her offspring from my lap. "We don't have a cat, but our neighbor does. She has seven of them. Oh, wait... you are not allergic to cats, are you?" Kathy's eyes widened as Ryder responded her with a sneezing nod.

Kitty entered the passengers seat abd Harry started the car's engine. "So where are we going?" Harry asked her. "You know what, I think I should try Sarah first, she have been really trustworthy. She is the only that comes to mind." Kitty said to Harry. "Okay, are you talking about Sarah the servant girl?" Harry asked Kitty to be certain it was that Sarah he knew that Kitty was referring to. "Yeah, the servant girl." Kitty knew Harry wouldn't buy the idea but she couldn't think of any other person she could trust with millions of properties.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

"Bossy tonight, kitten? Fine, but don't think I won't spank that ass for making daddy wait.” He let her push him toward the bathroom, his hand squeezing her hip possessively before the door clicked shut. Katherine exhaled in relief, her pulse thundering. She rushed to the kitchen, retrieving the chilled cake, its caramel glistening temptingly. Back to the terrace, she placed it on a side table. In the bedroom, she affixed a sticky note to the mirror, ‘Your kitten awaits in the terrace. Come claim your surprise.’

I'll adjust, or at least I will if I ever warm up. I've grown to love Theresa and her husband, Salvador. Also their two children, Daniella and Emilio. The children have been wonderful for Kiley. She's still quiet, but her smiles and laughter come much easier. My mom bought her a tiny black and white kitten. Kitsy Kitsy sleeps with Kiley each night and the two of them are practically inseparable. When Kiley can't take the cat with her, she brings her doll Mary. I've told her about Dax and I make sure she knows that Dax cares about her and that he's the reason she's in our lives.

Kitty exclaimed at that conclusion, "It was Emma, that much is assured." "How do you know?" Iapetus asked calmly. "Well, first of all, it could only be me, or Emma. And it wasn't me. I don't have a shred of magic in me." Kitty shrugged, trying hard to not look disappointed. She wanted to hide from this fate not too long ago, and now that wish was granted, and she felt only pity in her heart. "Okay, and secondly?" Iapetus asked with extreme patience. "Well... do you really need a 'secondly'? That was pretty certain!" Kitty frowned at him.

He disappears down the hallway. I walk over to the large bay window at the far end of the kitchen and look out into the clearing. Kitty’s out in her veggie patch again, her wide-brimmed hat bobbing up and down as she works. She’s probably pulling up dandelions or picking strawberries or something like that. When I first met her, there’s no way I would have suspected she was the nurturing type. People are full of surprises. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. “CUPCAKE! STOP FAFFING AROUND AND COME DOWN HERE AT ONCE! LYALL SAYS HE SAW YOU! COME DOWN HERE BEFORE I GO UP THERE AND FETCH YOU!”

she said, pressing her forehead on the car window. “School principal? Mrs. Castelo? Arnold? Does anyone ring a bell to you?” I snarled, hating how I ended up having a wife. “Oh, Arnold, the bully,” She lifted an eyebrow as she turned to me. “Yeah, I remember Dudley Dursley. Why?” “Who?” My forehead creased, thinking about where I heard his name. “Dudley Dursley, Harry Potter’s obese and insolent cousin. What about him? Them?” She asked again.

"Don't say that you're just a bunch of idiots. You even can't answer such an easy question." Dudley's face washed out with anger, but he didn't reply to Alex. Dudley instead used his elbow to poke one of his men in the stomach instead of answering. It was apparent that Dudley Baker was too much of a coward to speak directly. "Um, you see, Sir. Uh, we—we're looking for a girl." Dudley's men, overflowing with confidence until now, said in trembling voices. "Then?" "Eh? Th-then, we found one of these shoes near your room. So we thought that maybe she was hiding around here and—"