Marionette Cat Novels & Stories

But they share the same base scent: distinctly feline but unlike any cat-shifter I’ve ever met. I’m beginning to think they must be a rare breed from distant lands– snow leopards perhaps. However I cannot bring myself to ask, not when Marina’s aroma is polluted with the unmistakable tang of illness. “It’s an honor to have you in our home.” She is saying, “I do hope everything is alright.” I glance back and forth between mother and daughter, the former boasting a tremulous smile, the latter wound tight as a spring. “More than alright.” I profess, “I’m very happy Viviane has finally introduced us.”

Its touch and fur felt very real. As she held the kitten in her arms, it blinked. “Madam, I’m your birthday present. From now onward, I’ll also be your pet. You may instruct me to close the door, close the curtains, close the air-conditioning, listen to music, attack that nobody, attack the bad guys, protect you, and more…” Charmine frowned. This kitten had that many features? Chris obviously prepared and designed this for her. Was Chris’ coding skill already so advanced?

It comes easier this time, less surprised by itself, and something about that lands in my chest and stays warm. “We’re taking the cat,” Dante says. “We are not—” “He named it Gerald,” Dante says. “We’re taking the cat.” Mara is already producing a cardboard carrier from somewhere, the kind that suggests she has done this before, that cats have left this house before in the arms of people who came in saying they weren’t keeping anything. I look at her. She shrugs. “He earned it,” she says. “Sat perfectly still for forty minutes while I kept him calm. That’s worth a cat.”

Cat stopped, her golden eyes narrowing. "He's been useful," Vane rasped, the neural link sparking against his temples. "A man with such... domestic resentment makes for a perfect vessel for the darker frequencies. I gave him the key to your flat, Catty. I gave him the instructions to break you so you'd be ready for the awakening." Marcus looked at Cat, his face a mask of pathetic, drugged-up bravado. "You think you're better than me now? You're just a freak! Vane said if I helped him, I could have you back. He said I could keep you in a cage!"

James pointed up to Bisila, measuring her. "Listen honey," John walked up to his wife, touching her shoulder. "This house doesn't need another Matilda. It needs her. A young, excited soul. The world is changing. Young people need young company." "Yeah, whatever," snapped Ms. James, throwing herself away. "And also, She will only be responding to me, Anna, and myself. Don't try to make her your maid," smirked John, walking to his study as his wife continued to agree in disagreement.

Only one person can talk to me so nicely like that and I am thankful you are not some kind of a person like Katrina or Sera,” I chuckled, “They always annoy the hell out of me, to be honest.” “Well, you are not alone in that thing. You have no idea how much I hate those two. And I am happy I can talk to a more decent person like you. They only know how to talk about shoes and dresses and cakes… they disgust me,” Marian grimaced and I was surprised when something small emerged from her small pouch and it was a hamster! “Ohh! You brought a hamster!”

“Nope. No time. She knows how to handle them. I can’t believe at their ages the two of them are still fighting.” “It’s not fighting,” Robert looked amused. “Ever since the kittens grew up, Mano has adopted Zeno as her own. She likes to randomly discipline him.” I wiped down Brandon’s face. “Go. We’re leaving in one minute.” He runs off, and I’m about to follow him when my mate blocks my path, a rather lecherous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, I think we’re going to be a little late. That’s a very pretty dress.”

“I thought you were dead! Or worse — in some sad city apartment with fifty cats.” “First of all, rude. Second, I have one cat, and she’s thriving.” The security guy seemed confused as hell. “So… she’s legit?” Marcus scoffed. “Duh. She’s Naomi freaking Carter. “You are looking at the biggest pain in my ass the last 10 years.” I smirked, crossing my arms as I looked up at him. “Aww, you missed me.” Marcus snorted, rolling his eyes. “I missed roasting you. My life has been far too tranquil without you here.”

If we had not done as we had, you would have been dead by now. I knew what the fuck the needle was made of, it was my creation after all. I like to call it the MARIONETTE, it works as perfectly as I intended. Looking at them, I could tell there was something I was not aware of, so I have to turn up my charm, be the nice, golden boy, Matthew is, so I can get them to trust me.