Missy Cat Novels & Stories

Missy Edwards was born in the Emerald Pack. Her mother died giving birth to her so her father blamed her for taking his mate away. She was raised by omegas that lived next to her. Her father never cared for her and didn't care if something happened. She pleaded to the alpha and the luna to help, but they said as unfortunate as her situation was, they could do nothing. She lived in hell when she turned fourteen and her father started looking at her differently. He came home drunk one night and said she looked like her mother and started putting his hands on her. She punched him and ran away that night. She ran into the forest and kept running, hoping he was not chasing her and she tripped ove

Ellie says looking shocked and deeply hurt, "Mommy I thought..." "Shh baby," Missy quickly cuts her off, "Let me finish. I hated you because you were so very young sweet and adorable, and as you got older and finally reached full maturity, your cuteness changed to beauty, your adorableness changed to sexiness and I found myself deeply, deeply attracted to you." Now Missy decides to play her trump card. She waves one hand in the air, saying something in Latin, which causes the ties that bind Ellie's wrists together to fall off.

I walked inside with the weirdest feeling in my chest, holding the cat close, and Mrs Ella led me upstairs. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Missy was... being nice? I looked down at her as I entered the bedroom. “You’re a strange cat, you know that?” Missy meowed, which, of course, sounded more like ‘whatever’ than anything else. I sat on the edge of the bed and placed her down, but she didn’t immediately take off like usual. Instead, she settled down on the blankets and lazily stretched. I started to take off my earrings, watching my reflection in the mirror.

Her little hands go still. She blinks up at me. “Hi.” My throat tightens. “Hi.” “This is Missy,” Camile says, casually sipping her tea. “She’s three. Her favorite color is purple. She hates peas. And she thinks the moon follows her when she walks outside.” I can’t look away. Missy. Missy. The name thuds through my chest like a heartbeat. Camile lets the silence stretch before adding, “She also has your laugh. And your ears.”

And he was determined to become the place where her soul would find its peace too. He closed his eyes and let sleep take him in. However, somewhere in the depths of the night, his sleep was broken by the soft brush of something against his lips. Blinking awake, he found a kitten perched above him, its tail draped lazily over his mouth. Her bright green eyes fixed on him as if waiting for him to wake up. It was Missie.

So I was more than willing to put in the hard work, knowing it would be worth it. Me and my father had to take a business trip, and I couldn't wait to come back to my little kitten. We had business meetings from morning till night, and I were really exausted by the time that I I would make it back to the hotel room. I weren't the only one who couldn't wait to get back home, my father just could'nt wait to get back to his wife. So luckily we got to finish up a day early, my father had a big suprise planned for Madelyn and I just wanted to see Catalaya. On my way home I called her security team she still had no idea she had, and they informed me that she and her girlfriends were at my club. I

In the middle of our conversation a brunette headed girl interupted it. '' Hey, my names Mkenzey'' she leaned against the table blocking my view of the sweet girl that was just in view of me. I sent her a warm light smile being polite of course, but honestly I didn't care who she was I wanted to get back to my conversation and I don't like being interupted. '' Hi'' looking over to Macey I can tell that she's pissed and I hope that she stays in her seat and doesn't do anything. Honestly I already know the only reason she hasn't jumped out of her seat is becasue of our deal.

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.

Tom shudders and looks up at her with guilty eyes. “Hah… I knew that this madam would chip something,” Kitty says, throwing the phone on the table by the sofa. “I think I underestimated her for nothing. She made circles around us for your birthday, remember? After ruffling the hair of Tommy, who was sitting at his feet, as she would probably pat Rosvo, she continues: - What, nervous, cat-gulena? Do not worry. Just be careful… you never know what this crazy woman would think of putting in your glass next time? What if it's poison?

“Yeah, you’re not. Did Michael ever tell you about the little kitten he had when he was young?” “No.” “He used to have a kitten, but it died.” “It died?” “Yes. He was being a little bitch, and I had to teach him a little lesson.” Bile rose up my throat as I realised what he was saying. “You killed the cat.” He glanced at me, his eyes cold and unfeeling. “What do you think?” Oh God. He’s a monster. “Here’s your meal, sir.” The lady who came in earlier walked in, pushing a food tray. She arranged the food on the table. I watched her, trying not to throw up.