Millie Cat Novels & Stories

I just shrugged my shoulders. "You're Damon, the King of Wolves, and your pack is the Blood Moon pack?" "Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you Millie's mom?" "God no, I adopted Millie. She was left in front of the alpha's doorstep as a baby, and she was given to me afterward." "So, you're not her birth mom, but you are her mom in a sense." "Well, yes, I guess you can say that. Well, this is great news then, you guys have to leave tonight, like right now."

The other guard came forward and poured the food on the floor, with a force she sprang up immediately and began feeding from the bare floor, she was eating so fast that the food vanished in seconds and slowly, she stood up and walked back into her cage, she curled herself in a bun, hugging her knees, she stared at the guards with her innocent hazel eyes, the guards turned and left in silent Her name is Melanie, the most treasured asset of the Cougar Empire.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

--- Dinner is simple. Soup. Bread. Wine. The three of us around the table, talking about nothing important. Mireille tells a story about a cat she had as a child — a mangy thing she found in the alley behind their house. Celeste pretended to be allergic so their father wouldn't make her get rid of it. "You faked an allergy?" I ask. "For three years." Celeste almost smiles. "It was worth it." "What happened to the cat?" "She ran away." Mireille's voice softens. "Right before our mother died. I always thought she was trying to find her."

Sebastian responded to her greeting, then asked her, "Ma'am, do you've any idea if the young lady staying here is home at the moment?" "Joan?" "Yes, Joan Lively. Do you know if she's home?" "No, she's not." The old woman told him, "I saw her leave about two hours ago, when I was returning with Millie. We went for our morning walk and like always, she gave Millie treats before leaving." "Thank you, ma'am." Sebastian mouthed to the woman, after listening impatiently to her extra story. "I am Mrs. Baxter, and Millie is my cat. She's a few months old and she loved to snuggle near the fireplace while I knit." The old lady continued, to which Sebastian replied,

“Hi, handsome. You still haven’t left?” Millie wore a beautiful purple fur shawl. The glittery silver thin-strapped dress inside made her dazzle and radiant. Fredric raised his glass and nodded politely with a soft smile. Millie scanned him from head to toe and suddenly let out a bark of laughter. Fredric was stunned. “What is it?” “Nothing, nothing…” Millie calmed herself down. “Just understanding why Trinity likes you so much out of a sudden! Heh… the intellectual j*rk kind of look on you is quite charming!”

Millie says grabbing X by the bicep and pushing him out the door. Mhm.. “Wait..what?” X asks confused. “Yeah, I’ll call you,” she says pushing him out and closing the door in his face. “Woo sorry about that,” she says with a nervous chuckle. Hardly a millisecond later there’s a knock. She rolls her eyes opening the door, “what?!” She asks in a frustrated whisper. “You drove me here…” X says with lifted eyebrows. “Oh..yeah, just take my car, I’ll drive back with Mia later and get it then,” Millie says with extreme speed and shuts the door in his face again.

Melody would be in our lives for far longer. “She doesn’t talk back.” Ciara concluded after Melody tried to eat my hair. “Trust me, it only gets worse and worse when they start talking back to you.” I joked. She fake pouted and closed her eyes again. Within minutes she had drifted off, and I focussed back on Melody.

Everything changed in a few months. Mila was part of the society, a group of people who controlled the prices of everything in America, they were of Italian descent. They had their own government and even the elected government could not do anything about their operations. They were also high-class thugs. They owned all the biggest companies in the country. Their children, however, lived their best lives but they had no control over their lives. Arranged marriages were a form to keep the top families on top and gain more power, while male children were expected to join the business when they turned fifteen, the women were expected to keep themselves pure for their husbands and they were also

got her to turn against her old ones… Cas is still holding on to the old Sarah that she thinks is still in that 5’5 and well-manicured lump of flesh. Miley and I look a little similar, so at least we know Sarah hasn’t lost all her taste.