Missy Cat Novels & Stories

"Can I help you with anything?" The tinkle of the wind chimes signaled his arrival, but the silence that followed was deafening. I looked up and locked eyes with Emmett, his gaze tinged with sorrow. I fought to keep my composure, my face betraying nothing. "Looking for something in particular?" "Josephine, I've missed you so much..." "If you're just browsing, take your time. We're swamped today, but check out our latest designs over there." I gestured to the side and bent back to my work, snipping at the loose threads and reminding myself to keep pushing forward.

I do love her and I missed her terribly. “What is that?” She asks, and I turn my head to see what she is looking at. Mystique is watching us and I smile as I stand with Harmony in my arms and she shies away from the big cat. “This is Mystique. She won’t hurt you. I saved her too. Isn’t she beautiful?” I say as I hold my palm out for Mystique to sniff and chuff as she rubs her head against my hand. “What is she doing?” Melody asks and I explain that certain big cats like tigers chuff instead of purring when they are showing friendliness. Melody looks at her and I move to my knees as Mystique comes closer and chuffs at Melody and Melody tries to copy.

No wonder she was all smiles and excited to have a good time with me. "Yeah. Maybe in an hour or so?" I guessed. Missy wasn't only my coworker. She was my best friend. We hit it off quickly when we both started working here a few years ago. She'd already graduated from her vet tech program, but I had been working my way through the last of the courses.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

If it weren’t for the tabby’s voice, I would’ve still been in the dark. Without hesitation, I gave the tabby two big chicken drumsticks. And just like that, I heard its thoughts again. “Waaah, these drumsticks are amazing. My owner is so pretty and kind! “But my silly, beautiful owner, you can’t keep dieting like this. You’re working yourself to the bone, and in the end it’s all benefiting that evil woman!” I listened quietly, then pulled the tabby into my arms and kissed it. There was no need to worry. The real show hadn’t even started yet.

'880 grand. 880 grand. Dried fish snacks, tuna, a luxury cat tree,' I thought. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as if to gather every ounce of strength I had. "M-Master." That single word flipped a switch. I saw Ian's pupils visibly contract behind his refined gold-rimmed glasses. His Adam's apple bobbed as though he were savoring the word. Several seconds passed before he finally forced out a reply. "Good."

I need all the footage. After I sent it, I gripped my phone tighter. Mrs. Couser. Mrs. Tate. Enjoy those smug looks while you can. Just wait. *** A few days later, Mrs. Tate showed up at my door. Wearing that fake sweet smile, she held out an apple. "Annie, heading out?" I looked at her without saying anything. She kept going anyway. "Mrs. Couser was just being impulsive the other day. You know how she is. Short fuse. Don't take it personally."

He had light brown hair that was cut short in military fashion. Missy definitely enjoyed spending time with her step daddy. He was always so generous with gifts and did his best to always make her feel at home. His place was her place, he’d say. Missy walked out the front door and headed down the bright hallway to the elevator. Pushing the button, she waited for its arrival. A young girl, about the same age as Missy appeared behind her, smiling and friendly. “Hi,” she said, running her slender fingers through her long blonde sun kissed hair. She was definitely a surfer.

Ducan's p.o.v I lay on my side watching Eleanor who was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and her back towards me. She was muttering offensive words here and there such as ugly, stupid and fool which weirdly I found funny. "Do you usually talk to yourself?" I asked seriously. When a minute went by I smiled widely. Were all humans like her?. I wondered. "Master." Missy called softly outside the door. "Enter." I answered. Missy was a succubus who was unlike any other. While most took fun in having sexual intercourse with sleeping Humans, she preferred her own kind and that had an effect on her which made her look younger than her actual age. Also she was among a few who called me mast