Leshy X Yellow Cat 소설 & 이야기

Lyra Lyra sprawled on the ground, her hands scrambling against the damp earth. A sleek wild cat, the size of a german shepard, circled her. Its eyes glowed, an eerie mix of gold and green. The creature's fur blended seamlessly with local vegetation, a muted, tawny color that made it hard to see until it had been nearly on top of her. It shimmered unnaturally in the rain, shifting in ways that weren’t natural, jerking in and out of sync with reality. Scarlike markings marred its muscles, tracing pulsating, runic patterns through its fur.

Asher The hybrid’s blood-red eyes locked onto Malia, its twisted lips pulling back in a snarl that exposed rows of jagged, yellowed teeth. A vicious growl rumbled from its chest as it crouched, ready to lunge. I barely had time to think - just enough to grab Malia by the arm and yank her out of the way. We stumbled back, her eyes wide with terror, and the creature’s massive claws sliced through the air inches from where her neck had been.

“I can’t even see my little sister who's sick because Elijah said that he won’t help with her bills and medical expenses if I show up there. It’s all just messing with my head.” The car started moving again and it was quiet except for the engine. After a few minutes of silence, the red haired girl spoke, “Um…my name is Cat. And if anything, you can stay with me until my parents get back from their trip. We’re hybrids. A mix of witches and werewolves. And I’m alone at the house anyway.” “Are you sure?” Hope filled the omega. She most definitely didn’t want to sleep on a metal bench at the bus station again. She wanted a warm bed and some real food.

“As a lover, no. But as a friend, I love her more than my own life.” “Ouch, Kat,” Purple said dramatically, clutching her chest with a laugh. Katleya smiled faintly—though it was a smile that hid pain. Thankfully, she was facing away, so no one noticed. Meanwhile, Grey and Black were lounging in the living room, watching N*****x. Their position looked almost comical: Grey lay flat on his stomach on the sofa while Black rested sideways on top of him. At first, Grey resisted because it made him uncomfortable, but eventually he gave in to Black’s stubborn persistence.

A smirk appeared on his sexy lips as he wiped his lips, wet with saliva. "Sweet," he mumbled. Yuriel's lips still tasted sweet. "My stray cat, why does she like to run away?" he sighed, looking up at the kitchen ceiling. ....

The method still worked, Emma felt a little more stable, Luxstay let go of her mind, walked two more rounds, when she was about to go to the toilet, suddenly heard a soft cat meow. Emma panicked, huddled behind Luxstay to dodge. Luxstay turned his hand to protect him, under the thin street light, he saw in the grass a beautiful white cat, two eyes a basket and a palm tree, which would shine like lapis lazuli. "Don't be afraid, just a kitten." Luxstay patted Emma's waist, "Very pretty, would you like to see it?" Emma saw cats through the phone screen, they were small, soft, rolled up in a group, especially lovely at first glance.

“And there’s Gouda.” I glance upward to find another cat, while Cheddar is a bright, colorful orange, this one is a light, orange with blond undertones. His honey gold eyes, give me the same examination as his brother, contemplative, before laying down on his stomach. His movement is cautious until he relaxes. His purrs matching his brother’s rhythm and frequency. “They….they like you…” Luke says completely perplexed. A smugness rises through me like a tidal wave. They like me. Her animals like me. That has to be a good thing, right? A sign that there is hope.

Alex smiled, deriving pleasure from Ashley's reaction. Unexpectedly, someone pushed the door open and they all froze. Ashley's eyes darted towards the door and she saw another cute boy standing at the entrance. She couldn't tell who was more handsome between him and Alex. "Wow! There are many cute boys in this school" She thought inspite of her present situation. Each step the guy took make her heart beat. He had brown and curly hair, cute black eyes and cute lips. "Stop it!" He said with utmost seriousness. The stick Claire was holding fell off her hand automatically. Alex's forehead creased in discontent.

She slipped her hand around his arm, and her inner cat went crazy, clawing at her to drop to all fours and give him her ass and anything else he wanted. Here wolfy, wolfy. No. Bad kitty. Bad. She grinned at her own mental sparring. It was amazing to feel that alive again—especially after everything that happened with her father and then with her brother, Charlie. The two stepped through the revolving doors and out to the street, and Becca turned to face him, knowing her cat was evident in her eyes. “Yellow with flecks of jungle green. Your eyes were light brown a minute ago,” he said, letting a soft rumble edge his voice.