Look What The Cat Dragged In Book Novels & Stories

Listening to his strange instinct, his eyes darted to the corner of his chamber and he found a big black cat looking at him. He recognized it as Athena’s cat. And he had even heard that she had been looking for it. He hadn’t have the time to process the fact that this very cat had led him and Elira to Freya during the previous days. Now, it crawled down from the large drawer made of gold beside his bed, looked at him then turned around and started moving. How the heck had it even entered when his door was locked? Alpha Torin didn’t dwell on his curiosity, he started following the cat, out of his room, out of his packhouse and through the forest in the darkness of the night.

Adrian looked at the White Book. Its cover had changed once more. The silver letters slowly rearranged themselves. THE AUTHOR MUST CHOOSE. Then... a single page slipped free from the book. It drifted gently through the air. Adrian caught it. Unlike every other page... this one contained only a single sentence. It wasn't written in ink. It looked as though the paper itself remembered the words. He read it silently. His face turned pale. The Stranger noticed. "What did it say?" Adrian could barely breathe.

I felt as if my tiny baby sister was dragging me to her room to play a game with her dolls , my thumb was just big enough for her small hand to latch onto – it felt heart warming. From the giggles I heard escaping her mouth , I knew she enjoyed dragging me around – however , a small part of me felt like crap. This little gesture caused her so much of amusement , she must be really lonely. Abruptly , she stops – her giggles are caught in her throat and her hand tightens around my thumb. I look ahead of her , I notice that we have entered the passage that leads us to the dining room. The door is closed and is at the opposite side of the passage. I feel her hesitate , she tries pushing herself

Heat twisted low again, fingers itching to trace dragon tattoo, shatter glass cages together. Sleep evaded, penthouse glass reflecting endless night. Eiko's nod gateway, pinning display foreplay. Game layered darker, forbidden pulls magnetic. Chicago breached its signature warning, claim. I countered tomorrow, rivals crushed, his obsession my lever. Two predators, steps shadowed closer, collision inevitable. Ruin beckoned sweetly.

Sometimes walking in front, sometimes circling behind, sometimes squeezing between them—desperately trying to get their attention. Even a blind man could tell this cat was very familiar with them. “This cat…” Margaret had barely started to ask when Jim stepped in, “Oh, this cat’s mine. When we went downstairs yesterday, it followed us up.” He reached over to pick up Bun bun from around Candice’s feet. “You little rascal, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Candice seized the chance to sit down. She even coughed weakly a few times, her gaze avoiding her mother’s.

Lucien shook his head, trying to erase those images and, more importantly, discourage an enthusiastic response in his loins. "Here, let me see if I can get him." Lucien knelt beside her. With the advantage of his longer arms, he could reach the crevice in which the renegade feline had lodged himself. "I see him. The question is whether I can reach him. You might want to shield your eyes, my sweet." The endearment fell off his lips without thinking. He reached up, grabbed the cat by the scruff of his neck and dragged him down. Lucien coughed as he dislodged a wave of soot and it rained down around him and Horatia. They both fell back out of the fireplace and onto the floor.

--- Back at the mansion, Kate walked through the hallway after finishing some business files in her room. She had woken up feeling like today would bring something different. Something kept pulling her toward the East Wing—as if unseen forces were drawing her there, sparking her curiosity. She creaked the door open and used her hand to pull down the spiderweb in front of an old shelf. She dusted the shelf and began pulling down some books. When she had removed enough, she discovered another layer—this one filled with scrolls. She pulled them down and opened a few, but they only had odd drawings.

Before long, a book floated towards his lifted hand and he caught it. Glancing at the title of the book before showing it to the cat, he said, "Is it this one?" The cat perked it's ears when it saw the title. 'Journey of a Thousand Cat Soul' was written on it with golden letters, and the background picture was that of a black cat jumping on top of a building while the full moon shone brightly at it. The tip of it's mouth curved upwards. "Yes. Yes, this is it." He said and put it's paw on the black cat on the cover after Noel put the book in front of it. A sense of melancholy instantly filled it’s rounded cornea; as if excited and also reminded, and it continued to stay still.

I stood up and climbed down from the chair, and the cat came running towards me. "Meow," the cat snuggled into my arms even more, closing her eyes. "Hey there, cutie," I said as I gently stroked the cat's back. I picked up the cat and noticed the Ancient book on the table. I dusted off the cover of the book and carefully flipped open a few pages. "Weird!" I exclaimed as I realized that the pages were completely blank. I scoffed and closed the book back. I slipped on my flip-flop slippers and walked out of the room, still holding the cat.

It was a drawing of the cave—the very same one Brian had discovered. That unease I’d earlier felt was back, curling in my stomach as I moved to the next page. It was a drawing of me, surrounded by those red-eyed rogues. A panicked scream escaped my mouth as the book fell from my grip. That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone, standing by the door frame was Asher, his gaze locked on me. “What are you doing in here, Kitten?”