My One And Only Cat Novels & Stories

escaped him again, soft, and almost innocent. My hand continued stroking the beast’s thick fur, slow and steady, before my voice dropped quieter. “Okay. I have no problem with you liking her, but listen carefully, little beast.” The cat looked up at me, amber eyes unblinking. “I don’t share what’s mine, hmm.” My fingers paused beneath his chin, holding his gaze. “You can like her. You can follow her. You can sit beside her. But don’t get any ideas. Because she belongs to me alone.”

I will love you and only you for as long as I live. I give my heart to you, only you. And no matter what happens, I will never take it back. I don't want you to be uncertain about our future or be insecure. You are the only one I want to kiss, the only one I want to make love to, the only one I want to bear my children and the only one I want to be beside me until the end of my life.

That was unexpected. Thinking about the matter on the ground now, there seems to really be a problem. My own apartment only had one room. I guess I remembered that woman once mentioned that I will have to prepare a house where the surrogate mom can stay with me and her when the time came. Today was so unexpected that I did not prepare well. I looked at her and opened my mouth. "My house only has one bedroom" I confessed to her and she froze. "You…" for the first time, I heard her stutter, she must have been really stunned and speechless by what I said and it was not her fault. Which woman will feel comfortable with a matter like that?

I was that soft on the inside. I decided to ask him a little question of my own. “I have always wondered, how does it feel being the only one of your kind? You know, how does it feel getting that inner loneliness because there's no one to communicate your feelings with, and a whole lot of people just fear you.” He shrugged. “It is awfully lonely but I had told myself long ago that if I focused on it, I would never survive.”

I'm not a wuss in any way, but I'll definitely run for my life if I see one. I love cats most of all. I usually see dogs as playful, loving animals( well, most dogs). But cats seem really smart to me. They have calculated motives and actions. And despite being small, they're aggressive if need be. I had a cat when my dad was alive. Actually, my mum did. Her name was Snow( and no, the cat wasn't white) and I know I liked watching Snow lick herself or play with her toys. Mum wouldn't let me go near her because at the time, I was pretty young. Maybe six years old, I don't really remember.

YOU ARE MY ONLY LOVE YOUNG MASTER HERO SANCHES POV: After my doctor's appointment, I went home in deep thought about my disorder. I can't belived I was kind of a nymphomaniac, addicted to sex. That's the reason why I could hardly feel satisfied in just one or two round of sex. I needed many eja**lations in a day. The only difference from others I don't f*ck different woman. I only craved for one woman, addicted to her.

It was the only home I had, well the only one I remembered, anyway. So, on the weekend, while I went for a run, I stopped in front of the pet house and on a sudden whim, decided to buy a puppy. But as I looked around for a dog, a white fur ball caught my eye. As I went closer to have a peek, I saw that the fur ball was in fact a cat. Normally, I was not a cat person, and I preferred dogs as they tend to be loyal companions where cats were too arrogant for my taste. But I just had to have this one when he looked up at me with the greenest eyes I had ever seen in any living thing. I didn’t even pause to think about it as I paid for him. The next thing I knew, I was back in the apartment as a p

Elena hugged the cat, turning her face away from him. "You started it. There wasn't a whole litter. Just this one." Luke leaned back against the pergola post. He took out his lighter, spun it once around his fingers, but didn't light it. "One's not enough for you? Greedy." He glanced at her. "This one's a looker. Blue bicolor. Top of the line for Ragdolls. Prettier than all your jewels." Elena lowered her head, her face half-hidden in the cat's fur, her voice muffled.

Chapter 11: One Hour Catherine's sitting room smelled like expensive perfume and cold calculation. She sat with the tablet in her lap. Gala footage. Rose in the wine dress descending that staircase. Catherine had watched it four times already and each time the number rearranged itself behind her eyes. Five hundred million in trust alone. Scrubbing their floors. Veriana was on the couch. Desmond by the window wearing that smirk like a second skin. Keal stood near the door with his hands in his pockets and the particular stillness of a man who already knows he's not going to like where this conversation lands.

Her voice cut through the air before I had a chance to step fully into the main living room. “Look what the cat dragged in,” Celeste’s voice dripped with an artificial sweetness despite her wanting to degrade or say something bad about me. She stood in the very center of the living room, her arms crossed regally over her chest, a cruel, knowing smirk twisting her perfectly made-up face. Behind her, a few household staff members stood awkwardly, their eyes darting nervously between us, trying to appear busy while clearly soaking in every word. My stomach clenched hard. I already knew how this was going to go "Celeste, please," I pleaded, my voice thick with exhaustion and a desperate lack to