Novel & Cerita Millie Cat

Millie smiled sheepishly as she pointed to the little menace rubbing against her. “You named that cat after me?” he blinked in disbelief, as the cat growled again, almost as if to say he wasn’t happy about it either. “Uh… I'm sorry?” Millie blushed a little, but the smile remained on her face “I didn't mean to offend you or anything. It's just… He really reminds me of you.” She laughed, holding the cat up in front of him as if to prove her point, though that only put the cat in the perfect position to growl right in his face again “I didn't expect him to react like that. He usually just hides or ignores strangers. Well, strangers and everyone he doesn't want to interact with, which means mos

His question echoed ominously in the room, and I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on me. Caught off guard, I scrambled for an excuse. In a moment of panic, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "My cat, Miss Margaret, was tragically run over by a car this morning," I lied, my voice trembling with feigned distress. To make it seem more believable, I forced myself to tear up, my eyes brimming with counterfeit tears.

Just then, a voice interrupted. “Let her be.” Kyla looked up to see a tall woman in a sleek red gown, her wavy blond hair framing an intimidatingly beautiful face. She wore heavy makeup, a diamond necklace, and shoes that Kyla could tell were red-bottomed Louboutins even from a distance. The woman’s expression was both amused and exasperated as she looked from Kyla to the bouncers. “Ms. Kyla Reed, I presume?” the woman asked, her voice cool. “I’m Gina, the manager of M.A. Private Club. Come with me to my office for your interview.”

She picked two bars of white chocolate, her favorite, from a roadside vendor, deciding these would cool her down for interfering with her siesta. Millie had stood by the door to Little Norah’s room, evident to the grunts and pleasure moans coming from inside. At first, it was anger at having been taken for such a fool by her girlfriend. She kicked the door open and froze at the sight right in front of her eyes. Wide eyed, Millie watched unbelieving, blinking, and unblinking as her world shattered right before her eyes. ***

It mewed again and made its way across the floor to Dillon, where it proceeded to rub itself against his leg. “There you are,” Dillon smiled as he bent down to pick up the cat. Well, it looked more like a kitten, actually. It was beautiful, a cute little fluffy Siamese kitten with light gray fur and striking blue eyes. The cat purred as Dillon affectionately stroked its head. “Cassandra, meet the Magical Ms. Mistoffelees. Or just Stoffs for short.” “She’s adorable,” I said, taking a step towards him. He passed me the kitten and it purred. “That’s quite the name,” I teased.

for the truth. I couldn’t find my little Kitten if I didn’t know where to start looking. We all sat in my father’s home, and at first, we were all silent until I decided to start talking since no one else were prepared to speak up I would. “I need to know where to start looking, this was purely kidnapping. Someone knew exactly where to find her, and I need to know how. Who would be looking for her?” I looked at Madelynn who had tears stream down her eyes “I don’t know where to start. Every single man I ever dated or gotten married to had it out for her. So where do I even start.” I looked her dead in the eyes “start from the beginning, her dad. Let’s hear it.” She wiped the tears “Catalya’s

“The fuck did you say?” Milo loosened his tie, eyes darkening to black pools of lust. “Don’t make me repeat myself, slut. You think you’re going back to that shithole apartment?” He was right, and I hated it. That place was a dump, but I’d rather sleep on the street than be this psycho’s fucktoy. “I can’t just—” “Wrong.” He stepped forward, towering over me, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get a choice, whore.”

Ares huffs in annoyance, and I roll my eyes in return. ‘How would you know? We have never shifted. You don’t even know yourself yet’. I got her there. ‘Do you even know me at all?! I am too feisty to be a mouse’. She sounds disgusted having to even say the word. It’s hilarious. ‘You could just be a feisty field mouse. Or a grasshopper mouse! They are really aggressive, you know...’. ‘Pfffft, humans!’. “Ath? Is he always like this?”. Millie breaks our internal convo, and I shrug my shoulders in return.

ELARA’S POV “I will,” I say with a small smile, hoping it’s enough to end the conversation. Elliot looks like he wants to press further, but before he can, Milla waltzes into the living room. “Hello, princess,” I coo, watching as she walks right past Elliot and heads straight for me. Without hesitation, I scoop her into my arms. For the past few days, she’s been hesitant with me. Unlike other cats, Milla hates being picked up when she’s doing her own thing. It has to be her choice, or she’ll either run away or threaten to claw me.

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.