Meowstic Novels & Stories

The way it meows seems to be saying ‘My, my’. I looked behind. A pair of orange coloured cat eyes reflected the moonlight— which it surprised me. What surprised me is— the cat is normal sized, and it is alone. Compared to the big Cithaeron lions and the enormous Fenrir wolves, this cat`s size is normal to any household pet. It is a black cat. It speaks. Then, this must be the misfortune cat.

Josh and Catherine wouldn't let me hear the end of my action. "Oh my goodness, you were really great" Catherine squeaked, grinning from ear to ear. "Tell me cupcake, where did the energy come from, was it when you looked at my pretty face?" He smiled wiggling his eye brow. "The way you have her what she deserved instantly, Oh my Goodness, I didn't know you were this feisty, I told you u like feisty girls" he added, smirking

Manticat flew to the room carrying a small basket of fresh strawberries from the ref and placing them in front of her. "Uhhm... Thank you, darling." she said caressing the head of the familiar affectionately who snuggled happily in her bosom. "Meeoow meow." "Well, I missed you too my little warrior. Sorry, mommy had to work really hard and ignore you." "Meeoow meow meow." Manticat replied before taking a seat on the wooden tray and helping himself to a roasted salmon.

Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully. She stares at him, observing his every move as he removes his face cap from his head, letting his blond loose curls fall effortlessly. Finally, he removes his nose mask and sends Anna a warm smile, making his green eyes sparkle. Just like someone Anna knew. “Nice meeting you doc, I’m Nicholas Montez,” Anna’s patient says, his smile not disappearing from his face. If not that she had to remain professional till the end of his therapy session, Anna would have definitely found herself squealing in excitement ju

"What's the anchor mean?" "It's pretty similar to the wolf," he replied. "It's loyalty, but it's also strength and stability. It's the thing that's always holding me grounded, no matter where I am." "I like that," I ran my finger across the tattoo, studying the details closely. "Have you got any others?" "I have this one," he lifted his arm to reveal a delicate little flower on the side of his torso. "It's a crocus; my mum's favourite flower. She says that the best people are like crocuses; beautiful on the outside, but even more precious on the inside."

He understands that Minos is most likely autistic. Minos joyfully swims around, engaged in a game of tag with Electra, Meli, Petros, and another little merling girl. He wears a small blue wrap around the upper part of his tail, adding a touch of color to his ensemble. Minos' tail is a mesmerizing forest green with blue stripes and yellow fin tips. His forest green hair also has subtle blue layers, perfectly complementing his unique appearance.

Mia's POV My heart skipped when I saw him. He was talking to one of his employees. He is very handsome and I just can't stop thinking about him. He is Leo, a cold-hearted billionaire and CEO of one of the biggest tile companies here in the UK, and I'm here to apply for a job as a secretary in his company. I shifted in the seat and looked around to see the other girls trying so hard to get his attention. Some were trying to adjust their skirts properly while others were trying to do their makeup well.

The sweet-spicy scent of an omega blooming into heat tickled my nose, and I paused mid-punch. Fuck. There weren’t many omegas, and the alpha wolf in me craved this one already. I grabbed the purse, removed the cash from my wallet, and stuffed it inside. Then I looked for someplace safe, like a store with security cameras or a police station, and ran across the street to a 24-hour gym. I wanted the woman with the kids to get her money back and a bit extra for having to deal with a purse snatcher. Inside, transcendental non-Western music of some kind played over the speakers. Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams.

I started to walk out of the empty classroom, when I felt someone grabbing me from my hair. "Listen here, you little mouse. Leo is mine, I want to be famous and I need him, so back off unless you want a hell semester." Meg threatened me. "Leave me alone!" I managed to push her away from me. She didn't take it well. She grabbed me and pushed me to the desk making me hit my forehead on one of the pointy side of the desk. "My dad is the principal of this university, mess with me again and I will have him expel you." Meg told me.

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" Miss Marcie said, a perpetual grimace ever present on her wrinkled brown face. Juicy wrapped the stiff piece of hair around the curling iron, expertly pumping the handle until there was a smooth curl bouncing beneath her fingertips. "What did that heffa do now?" Juicy asked, barely listening to the old woman's idle gossip. It was hard for her to focus when she had so much shit cluttering her head. Is that how Troy felt; head wanting to explode?