Mellohi And Cat Novels & Stories

I frowned and she continue crying. "What did I do Melissa" I asked becoming worried. "So you have sweet human things in your house and you did not give me. You left me to eat fishes in the ocean. You are so mean and wicked and I thought you were different from them" she wailed tears spurting out from her eyes

Unaware that he’d set off something that made Pandora’s heart race even more. “Your cat?” she asked. Which cat? Even she was just a cat in Kingston’s eyes. It wasn’t possible for Pandora to speculate on her own. Guessing without seeing the truth, while also afraid to accept reality. “Chicit. I mean, a cheetah. Helios just called me and said the results were positive. I’m going to have a big hybrid cat after breeding my cat. A crossbreed between a cheetah and a puma. I’ve already imagined what those kittens will look like.”

MELISSA’S POV *****SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD***** “Ughhhh…,” I let out a loud moan as LISTOWEL’S tongue moved slowly down there. I could feel my kitty slowly thumping up and down as it withered with pleasure. “Arghhh baby….,” I threw my head back as I cried. His tongue was doing wonders and it felt as if I was on cloud nine. Letting out a sweet cry, my fingers trailed through his hair as I struggled to keep lying in a single position.

The day the Sterling family came to honor an old marriage agreement, my adopted younger sister suddenly confessed. "I used Sophie's photo to date a scholarship kid online. He's coming here today to propose, and someone that low is the kind of person I deserve. "Mom, Dad, I don't deserve the Sterling marriage. Send me away." Her eyes swam with tears. She looked stubborn and self-sacrificing, the perfect brave little martyr. My parents, who'd always favored Ava, made their decision immediately. They pointed at me, standing off to the side, watching the whole performance. "Ava grew up with us. She understands our world better than you do. She's the one who should marry into the Sterling fa

I didn't sleep well. My dreams were a confused mess of legal contracts, masked men, and Adrian Black’s eyes staring at me through a screen. Thump. Thump. Something heavy landed on my stomach. Then, something sharp pricked my leg. "Tom! Jerry! Get off Mommy!" a small voice giggled. I cracked one eye open. My two rescue cats, Tom, a fat orange tabby, and Jerry, a scrawny black cat, were using me as a trampoline. And right in the middle of the feline wrestling match was Milo.

CAT M'NOO cackled with her notoriously nasal laugh. Sympathy was offered by Lydia as the titters reverberated all through the room. CAT M'NOO was the leader of the catty girls' clique that hung around the casino, trying to catch herself a rich mafia husband and wasting her time bothering Kyoline's life. She went out of her way to belittle her almost the whole school she went to with her and it looked like she was determined to do the same thing now.

He pressed it to his throat. "Feel the vibration," Elion said. "That's the music." He hummed. A low, steady note. Cale closed his eyes. He focused on the vibration against his fingertips. "It feels like... a purr," Cale said. "Like a cat?" "Like a very large cat. A tiger." "I'm a tiger now?" "You are fierce," Cale said. "You defended the perimeter." "I posted a video." "You declared war." There was a sound in the hallway. Footsteps.

My girlfriend and best friend adopted a stray. She kept going to his place ever since. Whenever she did, she would have that look of impatience on her face as she said, "I would go over to his place, but that cat only lets me hold it." Blake Chaucer sneered. "You think I want you at my place? It's the cat that likes you, not me." They would squabble whenever they met up. Still, it didn't take long for her to memorize his door's passcode. She even remembered how he needed something warm before bed because he had a weak stomach. When she didn't show up on my birthday, she said, "The cat's having a fever, and he can't handle it himself." I held my resentment over our situation for a long, l

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.