Novel & Cerita Naughty Kitten

I’ve made my choices, and that’s that. Jeon leaves around lunch time, promising she’ll be back later to watch a movie and binge on ice cream. The kitten, who is awake and frolicking through the kitchen, makes his way over to the bags, plunging in and out of them and knocking them to the floor. Laughing, I pick him up. “You’re so naughty,” I tell him. “Should I call you that? Mr. Naughty Jonathan Cat?”

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

I all but groan out loud. Beck and Labyrinth are doing everything they can not to laugh in my face, and I don't blame them. Point me in any direction and I'll find something to kill. Collecting people isn't my thing. I look at Marinah holding the smallest kitten. It looks like some kind of patchwork quilt. She brings the tiny body up to her giant jaws, and the kitten rubs its small head against her teeth. This is worse than her climbing my shoulders naked over a snake, but it's me who won't be living it down. I don't like cats.

He chuckled, low and warm, and I pulled Levi away, keeping my pace fast. “Nanny—we take care of pussy—” “Kitten, Levi. K-I-T-T-E-N.” I said it slow, pressing each letter into the air between us. “Kitten.” Yakov snickered behind me, and I shot him a look that could curdle milk. Let him feel the fury of a woman who’d spent her life trying to be good—even if I’d once demolished a jumbo hotdog like I’d been starved for a year. He just nodded, grinning, and leaned to peer into the carrier Levi held. Inside, the kitten was curled tight as a fist, its fur warm and dark against the plastic, breathing in soft little puffs.

So Carlo was right… Slamming down the thought of Carlo and his insults, I focus on the kitten. “Okay, let’s get a look at you, sweetie. Oh good, the burn isn’t as bad as it could be. You are so lucky. Ah, oops, you’re a girl.” I run my hands gently over the kitten, watching her for any reaction of pain to my touch. A sigh of relief leaves me when she doesn’t meow in pain. Studying her, she’s pure black, not a spot of color on her.

He asked, glancing at me with that crooked smile that always undid me. I smiled, knowing that he was just asking the question because he hated the silence. I reached out and rubbed the back of his head. “It was good. I literally did nothing.” I smiled. “Mom asked about you,” I had met his mother only twice but apparently, I had left an impression. “Oh,” I said, “Tell her I said hello. I should drop by soon,” “Yeah, she would absolutely appreciate that,” Zane replied, “Bobby too,” Bobby was his female cat, who loved me as much as I loved her.

Jamie mused. The kitten’s eyes were bright green, almost supernatural in colour. After inspecting the little kitten, she found out it was a male. "Hmmm, what should I call you? Oh I know I shall call you Fluff, because you remind me of a fluff ball! " Jamie said triumphantly. She was happy that she was not completely alone anymore! ================================================================================================================= Realm of the Gods of Light

I walk back into the bathroom, followed by Drake and sitting on the edge of the tub is the new edition to our family. An hour later, the three of us are downstairs in the game room, along with Silas, Kilian, Reyna, and Elayni. Akila, is what Ty named the kitten, is also in there with us. It seems that she and Ty bonded well. She follows Ty everywhere. “Will its fur grow in later?” Killian asked, “No, this is how they are supposed to be.” Reyna retorted.

She only asked, "So, do you want to be like the tiger who knows how to tell stories and make everyone like you?" "I don't need so many people to like me. As long as the kitten likes it, I'll do anything." "Kitten?" First, it was the tiger, followed by the kitten. Natalie laughed when she heard that. John sneered at Vincent, "Is your kindergarten a zoo? Sometimes it's a tiger, and sometimes it's a kitten." The little fellow rolled his eyes at him. "Papa, you don't understand. Kitten is cute, as cute as a cat, so she is a kitten."

I peck Damian's cheek as he held me close. "Deal. Just give me a few minute while I change into something formal." I pull away running into my closet excitedly. Damian's POV It didn't take long as our kitten came down in a white trouser emphasizing her hips and plump behind, leopard top with furry collar neck and a matching leopard shoe. She didn't even have to try hard to look good, she is just perfect and amazing. Her kinky curls flowing past her shoulders, her accessories simple, her makeup mild as usual. One thing I realised about her is she love being simple especially on her face. I remember one time I asked her about it.