Oswald Cat Novels & Stories

“And I realize that seeing you like this made me want to fuck you senseless.” My expression changed, and I parted my lips in horror. He’s kidding, isn’t it? I have just healed from the joint mating. That can’t be possible, can it… Oswald’s eyes turned blank, his chin thrust out, and he tweezed his eyebrows. “At first I thought of going to the office, but now I realize there’s no need. I’ve just found my mate. Returning to the office so early will make rumors fly. I could just spend the day satisfying my desire.” He pronounced, the words falling past his lips one after the other, causing a shiver to course through my spine.

I'm really confused. Situational POV While Kate's elbow rested on the arm of the sofa and her hand rested on her forehead, she was oblivious to the outside world and her friend Ema was cooking nearby. When Ema was cooking, she had just finished chewing a slice of carrot. Kate, who was disoriented, muttered "David WASTLE." Ema asked after not understanding what she had heard. "one you love? I never heard it said again!" Having said that she picked up the bolw and went to her, Kate questioned this time.

"She isn't acting like herself, and what is that smell?" Osiris leans down and sniffs my hair. When he raises his head back up, his eyes are as large as saucers. I begin to giggle at the look on his face, but he doesn't seem to find it amusing. "She smells like Chow," Osiris mumbles to Celeste, thinking I cannot hear him. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Chow is for mutts," I say with a pout on my lips. Osiris grabs me by the side of my face and forces me to look into his eyes. "Willow," he says gently. "How did you clean up your mess?"

"She isn't acting like herself, and what is that smell?" Osiris leans down and sniffs my hair. When he raises his head back up, his eyes are as large as saucers. I begin to giggle at the look on his face, but he doesn't seem to find it amusing. "She smells like Chow," Osiris mumbles to Celeste, thinking I cannot hear him. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Chow is for mutts," I say with a pout on my lips. Osiris grabs me by the side of my face and forces me to look into his eyes. "Willow," he says gently. "How did you clean up your mess?"

The cat immediately felt a strong, intimidating presence, causing its body to tremble slightly. Wolfgang took the chicken from the fridge and brought it to the kitchen to reheat. He pondered as he warmed it up and finally figured out what Winston was. Before, he had sensed that Winston was not an ordinary human, but the man concealed his true nature well, so Wolfgang couldn't identify what kind he was. Ah, it turned out Winston was a cat.

Okay, having sex with her is the best fucking thing in the world, but waking up is a close second. For some reason Osiris had asked to meet me today and I had no fucking clue why. I mean the man way nice, fucking intimidating, but nice. And he had shown a great interested in my work. He even joined Edward Burton when he went to see Wolf. They were a perfect match. Wolf started to waggle his tale when he saw Edward and Edward’s face changed. It was something when you found the perfect pet and owner. Emma came along too and she snagged one of those puppies. I knew she fucking would, that look on her face. She practically squealed when she saw those damn puppies.

Oswald said as he turned to look into his brother's eyes. Oscar was scared. Scared at how his brother's mouth was spewing things he had never thought they would. He suddenly wondered how long his brother had been that way. "No. I am not part of this plan. I don't want to be part of it!" Oscar yelled again. "Could you stop yelling? You know we werewolves have super Sonic hearing and you choose to tell everytime. Quit yelling." Oswald said as he placed his index finger on his brother. He was trying to shut him up.

There are small moments that I remember being good like celebrating Christmas or a birthday, but otherwise, he’s always been cold and distant. I used to wonder if he even liked me, but I’ve been able to tell based off his thoughts that he thinks fondly of me. Suddenly, patches of golden fur pop up along Osborn’s body and we all watch in adoration as he bursts forward as a giant wolf. His wolf is huge and is at least as tall as our father’s. His whole body is gold like our dad’s wolf, but it has one white tipped ear and one white paw showing the slightest bit of our mother’s wolf’s color.

Spottacus' ears were stuck in the air at the sound of a distant whistle and he got up and left the room, leaving me sitting in silence and waiting for Ossey to return. "Hey wanna get something to eat?" Oswald asks as he showed up again. "Have you ever heard of anyone refusing food?" I grin. "It could be a first," he chuckles. I let him lead the way to his family's kitchen. It looked exactly like the one at home with an island and similar decor. "What do you want to eat?" Oswald asks as I took a seat. "Anything you've got." He got some toaster strudels from the cupboard and added them to the toaster.

CHAPTER 3 13 months ago Oswald scanned the narrow street carefully, making sure to see no one had been on his tail. He pulled the cloak closer to himself as he trotted down an alleyway lined with algae. He watched children play with 'snowballs' and wrestle themselves in their wolf form. He watched a woman tendering to the apple tree just outside her house. He was yanked off the alleyway almost immediately, and he found himself inside a dark room, and his supposed captor closing the door quickly.