Meowstic Novels & Stories

she called. “Mistress” she replied. “Fall back” she said. “A-are you sure?” “Are you questioning me?” she asked. “No ma’am”. “Good. Fall back” she said and dropped the call. Geiru wasn’t in a good place now. First of all, the Kenji of a person was a creep and second she never took Megumi, the leader, the boss, Mistress to have mood swings. Bad ones at that and just call them back.

Then I heard it, a tiny, sweet “Mew.” My heart leapt. I lifted the lid and there she was: the most adorable little fluff nugget I’d ever seen. She was a patchwork of colors—black, gray, orange, and white—with the biggest, bluest eyes. She looked up at me, terrified, and let out another tiny meow. I scooped her up, and she clung to my chest, her needle-like claws pricking my skin. I could feel her trembling in my hands.

It’s been so long since we had time off like this to just relax, it’s like I don’t know what to do. “Are you okay back there, Meow-meow?” Everly twists in her seat, reaching back and sticking her fingers through the slots in the cat carrier. Mr. Meowster, who had finally fallen asleep, wakes back up and starts meowing again. “Oops,” Everly mumbles and turns back around. It’s another fifteen minutes until we get to Aunt Kim’s house, and I’m about ready to denounce cats and claim to be a dog person for life by the time we get there.

Each thought nudged her heart, stirring the dust of uncertainty. A soft meow broke the silence. Mochi was sprawled across the windowsill, sunbathing. Her eyes cracked open and narrowed on Emilia with catlike disdain. “You’re restless,” Mochi muttered. “Go walk it off before you drive me mad.” Emilia sighed. “You’re a terrible emotional support animal.” “I’m not an animal. I’m a person stuck in a very cute, very inconvenient body,” Mochi huffed as she hopped off the ledge and stretched.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

he said, as we hugged and I smiled. “She hasn’t said yes yet,” I said, and he smiled at me. “She will,” Falcon said. We made our way inside, and I was surprised when Jace came down the stairs and beamed at me when he saw us. He clapped his hands excitedly and ran toward me. “My little kitten!” he yelled and jumped into my arms. I laughed, and hugged him as Falcon shook his head. Jace finally let go of me, and I wiped his lip gloss from my cheeks. “Where’s Adelie?”

"MEOW" [Ohh..don't you remember?? You love to run away everything your personal maid was dressing you, I saw more than that!] Luna said as he rolled her eyes. "You saw more than that???" Niccoli repeated after his cat. "MEOW" [Haaay,,, why is he even asking the obvious..] Luna muttered underneath her breath in exasperation before asking her master again "MEOW" [What now, master??? Do you want me to describe to you as well what I used to saw back then???]

“See you tomorrow, Ms. Bisila. Good night.” "What exactly do you want?" Bisila asked, watching him closely. “Have a good night, Miss Bisila," Mr. James said with a polite nod as he walked past her. “Have a good night, Mr. James." “See you tomorrow," he added. “Yeah, sure," she replied with a slight snap, hopping up the Thompsons' fence with practised ease. Within minutes, she was already scaling the arc of the large house, as sneaky as a cat. Quietly, she pushed open the roof hatch and slipped inside, landing on a creaky bed that let out an awkward groan.

Kydah and Mehr have their own living room then a room they use together cos Kydah was afraid to sleep alone in a room. "Yes Maamita," she answered coming out with her phone, wearing a crop top and ripped jeans with her hair tied in a ponytail. "Go and carry a cap or veil to close your hair then meet me in the kitchen," Maa ordered walking to the kitchen. Their first born, Ya Muhsin is bringing a visitor. His best friend Anwaar Othman Muhammad. He's not even his best friend only cos they're like brothers. Their parents are best friends and business partners.

I wasn't going to accept this water, or anything for that matter, from him. "No," I snarled, crossing my arms over my chest with a disinterested glare, "If it's coming from you then I don't want it. I don't need it." "Suit yourself," Ace answered with a shrug, "if you think I'm going to beg you to take an Advil and drink water then you're delusional." "Delusional?" I seethed, narrowing my eyes at him, "I'm not the delusional one. How dare you come into my apartment and call me delusional? Why don't you just get the hell out of my apartment?"