My One And Only Cat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's all in the past. Those people—and everything that came with them—felt like leftovers from another life. They didn't stir a thing in me anymore. Alone, I walked through the play yard at my pet wellness center. A few boarded cats and dogs chased each other across the grass. The air felt alive. A small cat with snow-white fur and orange ears and tail padded over. It rubbed its fluffy head against my leg. It was the first stray our center ever rescued. Its coloring reminded me of Stella, so I named it Luna.

Most importantly, if we don’t complete it, Mother will die. My four Ones walk with me, surrounding me in a square formation. Akin leads to my left, close enough that he can push me out of harm’s way if the moment strikes. Of all the men here, he’s the only one I truly know. The only one I truly love. When all this began, I’d hoped he was my only One, but it seems the fates had other ideas.

Cleatus spit out the words like they left a bitter taste in his mouth. “We sent a vampire to seduce your mother, as we had failed to convince your grandmother with logic. But your mother didn’t fall for him. She was waiting for her true mate. Then she met your father, another wolf. That’s when we realised Selene was biased. She pairs the Beloved One with her wolves to keep the rest of us on the outside. We came up with a backup plan.” “We sent a vampire to seduce your uncle. He was much more easily persuaded,” he smiled.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

Of course, it’s one of the famous songs from his favorite band, Parokya ni Edgar. “I take one step away and find myself coming back to you, My One and Only One and Only You.” He hears the voice singing on the fence between the girl’s apartment and theirs. The beautiful voice intrigued him. It was the first time he had heard someone sing at a friend’s house. Her voice is gorgeous. He wants to hear more than this and to know her. Clark went into the chair just next to the fence and looked over. As there was a light on the lamppost, he could see the woman. She was wearing earphones as she sat on the bench. Her eyes were closed, she wore her pajamas, and her head was still moving as if she enjoy

"I found your cat on the main street." "Mano," she mumbles before darting toward me and snatching the one-eyed tabby from my hands. "I thought I'd lost you!" The cat doesn't shy away from her hold, and I watch Charlotte's fingers dig into its fur. She's trying to control her tears, and it's hard to resist the urge to comfort her.

Her voice cracking as she cried, "My cat! It ran out!" Everyone turned to stare out the window. The white cat was curled up on the mezzanine outside the window of the 20th floor, trembling. It looked like it could fall off the edge at any moment. Queenie was so anxious that she stomped her foot, tears brimming in her eyes. "Vincent, do something! The cat is the only family I have left!" Vincent didn't so much as bat an eye before turning to fix his gaze on me. "Go and bring the cat back."

After an extended date walking around the river with Trevor, I take off my stinking sandals and step into my room. I had way too many drinks tonight. However, no matter the alcohol, Trever remained boring. "What a long ass day!" I'm talking to my cat—it's a habit of mine. Sue me for it being non-attractive. "First, I had that lunch date with Logan, and then I spent the entire night listening to Trevor talking about himself." My Ragdoll cat, Sheba, shows her concern by meowing. Her blue eyes are so thoughtful and intelligent, and the tone of her voice is downright soothing—fuck me, I've been living alone for way too long. I've officially gone nuts for finding comfort in a feline.

It was indeed a beautiful cat! While the assistant held her cat, Sahara said proudly, "This cat breed can only be found in one African country, and only 20 cats are born each year. The original owner of Lucky is the prime minister of an European country. We hit it off on our first meeting, so he gave me Lucky as a gift." Everyone was amazed. This cat had such an amazing background! Linux, too, was watching. Well... although its name was lame, it was indeed a beautiful little cat. But he faintly felt that Sahara had other intentions besides just simply showing off her pet.

“One of the top models!” Alberto continued. Alice looked at him and smiled. Alice looked at the photo of the cat hanging in the car and said with excitement, “Is that persian cat?” “Yeah!” Alberto replied. “I really love Persian cats. Especially the white ones with blue eyes. I bet your cat will be waiting for you at home.” Alice said in an excited way. Alberto looked at Alice and remained quiet. There was awkward silence in the car for a moment. Alice smiled nervously and said, “What? Cats do wait for their owners. Mine do wait for me.”