My Little Cooper Kupp Novels & Stories

a juror whispered. I tapped the screen, bringing up the next page. Cooper’s Instagram profile filled the screen. @CooperTheBengal - 52,000 followers. The profile picture was an elegant shot of Cooper in profile, his amber eyes glittering for the camera. “I’m child-free by choice. I have no human children. But I do have a son. My cat-son, Cooper, does have his own social media account,” I said calmly. “With fifty-two thousand followers.”

Ever since I’ve been putting in effort he and I get along a lot better. “Shania, it would be better if Liberty got selected on merit but maybe Cooper…” My father starts, only for me to interrupt him. “Mom, Dad, you know Cooper needs to stay here to help lead the pack. It’s fine. My opponents got some hits in but I got in more.” Cooper grins, my father looks proud and my mother looks appalled. It’s almost bedtime when I hear a knock on my door. Cooper enters holding a pot in his hands.

he whispers and all thoughts of Jenson fade. “Blair.” I mutter back, surprised by my own reaction. Though I couldn’t say Kitson because he would be on to me. “Blair Everwood.” I hadn’t used that name in years and it felt so weird coming from my own tongue. “Nice to meet you, Blair Everwood.” He smiles at me, showing me a dazzling set of perfectly straight white teeth. “I’m Cooper. Cooper Ash, but everyone calls me Coop.” “You can’t do anything.” I mutter as my heart races.

I don't know how to respond in this system, but I promise I do read them. Cooper