Mha Wild Wild Cats の小説・ストーリー

But it's fully new. My kitten has turned into a wild cat !!!

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

The sweet scent of honey wafted through the air. One corner of her lips lifted. “Would you like to try it too, Jayde?” Natalie asked with a seductive look in her eyes. Jayde smiled. “It’s a whisky from the Highland region of Scotland. It’s sweet with a strong honey aroma. I don’t think I’m worthy to try it.” “Why not?” Natalie filled another glass and held it out to Jayde. However, the man was silent as he stared at her face. “Do you want to take advantage of me?” Jayde asked bluntly. He remembered how the last time his partner, Bryan, was punished because of Natalie. And he didn’t want to get the same.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

It was a wild cat, and Nathan's frown was deeper than the depths of the ocean when he saw the color of its fur. Hilda explained, "This is a precious African prairie cat. It is a hybrid offspring of an African domestic cat and a wild cat. This cat has a strong jumping ability and can jump up to eight feet high. Kater is the one who has adopted this kitten!" Nathan plastered a smile on his face, but his heart was pounding with aggravation. You silly dog, not only do you live off me, but you also got yourself a pet cat? How can I be convinced that Kater is the one that wants to raise it, not Hilda?

He says. He hands me the picture and I just stare at it. These aren’t fucking pets. These are wild fucking animals. Who in the fuck has pets like these? I am staring at a fucking white tiger, a black panther, and a large solid black wolf. No wonder no one wants to try and sneak onto the land. Forget the high tech security system they have. These three beasts are enough to keep you away. “How in the hell did they even get these beasts?” I ask.

Veyron pivoted, his steely gaze meeting him. His delta inclined his head, “Welcome home, Alpha.” Veyron gave a curt nod, stepping away from the window. “What news?” “The wild cats are becoming more aggressive,” Garrick began, his voice tense. “They came within the den’s outer walls. Their movements were unnatural—eyes glowing, claws sharper. Never seen their breed before. When I arrived in the gardens, they had the new maid cornered.” Veyron’s eyes hardened at the mention of his mate. “What was she doing out there?” he snapped.

Her milky eyes go wide and blank, and I know she’s seeing what I saw at the battleground. Her wicked cackle degenerates into a hacking cough watching with amusement as the weres mercilessly slaughtered Cordelion’s entire coven—have I mentioned she's horrible? When she finally recovers, she tells me, “De wolves had a wolf.” “Aw, fuck!” I groan. “That cute little white haired thing? She’s a wolf?” Madame Soublet nods but says nothing. “Goddammit. Those wolf bastards have the best toys. Man, did you see her? What a tasty little snack.” I pause, rub my chin, remembering. “Like to do some lickin’ on that kitten. What would happen if I turned her?”