My One And Only Cat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

She reminds me a lot of a cat. Her existence has given me life. And ever since I met her, I exist only for her. For her and because of her. I have no other purpose except to enjoy the moment and love Jolene Duvarak. Her existence means everything to me. It means my wolf was right: he doesn't belong in a pack, he's different. He's a lone wolf, not an Alpha. And he has a mate already, a human one. Turns out, our mate is this little black cat. I couldn’t be happier.

If I hadn't been reborn myself, perhaps the old me might have believed his nonsense. I couldn't understand why Ryan was so fixated on me in this life. Had he truly realized he loved me and was filled with regret? But whatever the answer, it no longer mattered to me. My wolf loathed him to the core. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, enunciating each word, "Ryan, your thoughts no longer matter to me. If you still don't understand, then listen carefully: I love Lucas. I love only him in this life, and that will never change. From now on, just like Lucas, I will see you as a nephew. I hope you respect me enough to call me Aunt Alice when you see me!"

They said, live like you only live once, and that's what she's doing right now. Today, Delorah feels exceptionally good. Her body is light and she doesn't feel suffocation even she runs around. She played with the maids and her grandma watches her while staying under the shed of a big umbrella. Her grandma owns a high-breed black Tibetan Mastiff. This kind of rare dog is known to be monogamous when it comes to the master. It will only recognize one owner for the entire life. But oddly, the dog is gentle and close to Delorah.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

Something Only We Know Sebastian ‘Baste’ Paner was a jock of hotel services and master of client pampering, especially for rich old women. When his best friend who was running a dating agency enlisted his help to fulfill a dying woman's wish, the greedy Baste accepted the offer right away. Who wouldn't be anyway if you're bound to inherit a massive land in the province after her death? However, it wasn't as easy as Baste had initially thought. “When I called and told your orphanage that I want a family, I didn't mean I need a husband. I need a child,” clarified 61-year-old Valentina Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage.

He also didn't want Ava to fail her exams if she wasn't paying attention. "Listen to the teacher Ava." He scolded her. "WRONG! The answer was lawn moo-er. Lawn MOO-er! Are you laughing? Are people looking at you weird?" She laughed evilly through the mind link. "Ava l- " She interrupted him by saying, "now this one! Why did the cat go to Minnesota?" He decided to humour her and finally asked, "why?"

When Caden was younger, he owned a cat. The cat was so cute and when it mewls it melts him into a puddle, it was a newly weaned kitten so he had a lot to learn to raise it into a majestic cat, but unexpectedly, a year after when he was already a cat slave, someone stole his cat. He remembered searching for the cat for months but he had never once seen the shadow of it since then. He was crying for weeks over the loss of his cat, no one can tell but him and the pet lovers how it felt to lose a pet you cared for like your child.

Mona was aiming for K-drama and telenovelas while I was gunning for Hollywood action movies, and maybe even horror. "Gringgg!" the doorbell rang. Mona quickly jumped up from the chair, "I'll get it," she announced, and ran to the door as she sang, "Pizza pizza pizza." I was seated on the long three-seater couch, Mr. Jonah was reclining on a single chair, opposite me, and Tootsie, our dear cat, was coiled up on the rug, next to his feet. She kept grooming herself and rubbing her body against his legs.