Mellohi And Cat Novels & Stories

“A bombshell like ye? Ye’ll have yer pick." Cat actually blushed. Fucking blushed. I didn’t know she could blush. I grinned. “Snag ye a hottie, babe. Make yer ex real jealous when we post a thirst trap of ye makin’ out with a plaid wrapped Highland God.” “Please,” she muttered, fanning herself with a magazine. “Manifesting that shit right now.” Keiran raised a brow. “They’ll be here by tomorrow mornin’. Hope yer ready.” “Oh, I was born ready,” Cat said, and then under her breath added, “I’m getting a wax tonight.” We barely made it down the steps of the sleek ass rooftop sushi bar before the vultures descended.

I miss the freshness, the freedom it offered. "We are finally out. You happy, my boy?" I ask Milo, nudging my nose on the crook of his neck. He meows in contentment, being excited for the walk outside. My Milo is a hyperactive cat which is very usual. Maybe he wants to bring a balance in our lives as I'm always gloomy and dull. This very thought sounds absurd in my mind but sometimes I come to believe it.

I said accepting my drink from RJ and the fact that I couldn’t talk with Crispin at this moment. “Yes, we were, so I’ll start with Leo and move onto Lucy and then we need to talk about your appearance at court next week.” My dad says after putting his half-empty glass down. “Ok our War cats are a crossbreed from our animals from Crustalia planet that made the trip with Earth’s feline creatures. They might look similar or act as the cats you know but they are not.”

Cat had a hot guy radar like no one I’d ever met. I filled her in. Just as I finished the long version of my story, the waiter brought us our food. I dug into my steaming bowl of mac and cheese, sure that carbs were the solution to all my problems. Cat shoved a chili-covered fry into her mouth. “I can’t leave you alone for even a single weekend, can I?” she said around her food. “If you ask me, you should never, ever go back there. That’s just asking for trouble.”