My One And Only Cat Novels & Stories

My stomach churned. The cat in my arms let out a soft meow, and I forced myself to smile at her. I stroked her tiny head, her soft fur comforting me for a brief second. She reminded me of Sheon. My chest tightened painfully at the thought of my best friend. My one and only best friend who was taken from me that night. Those villagers took everything. They destroyed my life. I whispered to the cat, my voice breaking. "Why are you wandering alone in the forest, hmm? You’ll get yourself killed." She answered with another meow, then licked my finger. My lips curved slightly. A small laugh escaped me, weak but real.

And as her stress reliever, this small establishment inside the Oracle Academy easily brightens her mood. She gave the black cat called Ian to me while killing her time on the platform. I thought that this cat looked alike with her beloved black cat that has the same name as Damian. But after learning that this cat, that black cat and also that vampire is only one entity, I somehow felt relieved for an unknown reason.

His cat had been the only closed one who had seen him that much of vulnerable. Alfie snuggled into his arms more and meow-ed again. Whenever she did it, she had better plans to calm him down. It was a hideous thing to the whole world around him that his cat possessed telecommunication powers and could talk like humans in her mind. Even when she meow-ed, it would mean something. Only Dankein was able to decipher her words. When the cat snuggled closer, she said, “Don’t worry, master. Everything will be alright. And, regarding this matter, only one person can help you…”

How do I tell her about the bond we share without scaring her away? When she slipped into my shower that night, Axle took over—fierce, possessive, jealous. Maybe it’s wrong to admit I’m glad I was her first. She’s mine, completely. Now, I just need a plan to tell her we’re meant for each other—and hope she feels the same. Audrey POV

Will everyone feel the way I feel if someone pinches your cheek He keeps playing with my cheek with her hand tugging at my cheek like jelly, I've never felt this feeling before because he was the first one to pinch my cheek. "Come on, please. Come on, come with me, okay? You just need entertainment, don't stand in silence like a paralyzed human being, you have to come with me. I don't care, you have to agree with my invitation. Your cheeks are so cute like jelly, your body is cold too, it's because you are in the castle so much like that. I know you are lonely and I know you really need a friend, but you don't understand how to make friends. I will be with you, be your friend and drive away

Then in less than a second, I hear screams, then I raise my head, almost immediately so I could see who the shout-out came from and to my surprise, it was from Alexia. Apparently, Alexia ran into my Father downstairs at the dining table, he was also having breakfast. "Dad~dy" Alexia drags it out as she hugs him from his side, "daddy, where have you been, I've missed you so much you know" I could see Alexia making her hug tighter where I was on the stairway, "Daddy, you know you're the only one who loves me here, I'm so lonely without you" Alexia makes a sullen expression on her face as she glances at my Mom who's just diagonally in front of my Father,

“You’re a good mother. You should have at least one more.” “We want three or four.” She opens the pantry and all the cats come running, circling her feet and meowing. “I take that back. Maybe you shouldn’t have this many cats.” “Their meowing is like singing.” She looks at Tommy, who’s sitting at the large island counter eating. “Isn’t it, babe?” He rolls his eyes. “It’s music to my ears.” I laugh and reach down, picking up one of the kittens. “Are you Salsa?”

I remain standing because sitting down implies relaxed and relaxed is not what I am currently capable of but I am doing my absolute best to perform it. "What do you need," I say. "Help with what." He opens his mouth. A crash from the bedroom. We both look at the door. Dante looks at me. "Is there someone else here," he says. His voice is very level. "No," I say immediately. "Not at all. Nobody. I live alone." "That sounded like—" "Moka," I say. He pauses. "What?" "My cat. Moka." I wave a hand. "She is always knocking things over. She has no spatial awareness whatsoever. It is a whole thing."

Instead, there was a hardness in them that had me fidgeting. Was I being annoying? Maybe it would be best if I left. My feet wouldn’t move. I wanted to be close to him, despite his veiled annoyance. It was silly, but I needed to be near him for at least a little while longer. “You um,” I licked my lips. They were dry. “You like cats?” He looked down at the purring cat still on his thigh before muttering. “I guess.” “Me too.” I blabbed. “They’re so adorable. I’ll probably get one as soon as I start living alone.”

Faintly, from far off, the song from the Indian movie I had not turned off still floated through the house. From the corner of my eye, I finally noticed the one thing that offended me the most: Ash’s four cats did not care at all. Pepper curled up on the corner chair, licking his back leg like the world was perfectly fine, Mama Mozzarella slept on her back on the carpet, her white belly on full display without shame, Marble perched on the edge of a shelf watching us like a bored judge, and Spaghetti was busy chasing his own shadow on the wall.