Oswald Cat Novels & Stories

She had a few imported big orange cats such as Garfield, Sunset, and Scorchy, as well as a few large domestic orange cats. Hilda held the wine glass elegantly and replied "Cat? I have a big orange cat. It was there just now, but I don't know where it is now." Big orange cat? How lame! Of course, Sahara didn't let her off the hook. "Well then, why don't you bring your big orange cat over and let me have a look!" Hilda was in a quandary. "No thanks. My orange cat is not worth looking at at all. It's just a common and ordinary orange cat."

Against her, the cat looked even bigger than it did when it was walking down the stairs. “No.” he said, “I didn’t think you liked cats, though.” “Winston is different,” Haven said as she lifted him up, and he was half her size. The cat was extremely large. “What is Winston exactly? That is not a normal cat.” Mack laughed. “He is just different,” Haven said. “He showed up at the farm one day, and no one could go near him but me.” “Well, he has good taste,” Mack said as he reached out and pet the cat on the head. “I wouldn’t mind you over everyone in your family as well.”

“It’s bad enough you have been throwing your title around so easily- a title you never deserve- with that sort of thought process on your own people, you even spread that about other Alphas. And I don’t just mean me, whom you have mocked constantly in front of myself and others. They who, by the by, already know me just as I have to them thanks to those meetings I mentioned, and were more offended than I am with how you’ve ‘introduced me’ to them. I heard of your attitude towards the Council of Wolves. How you’ve claimed them to be fakes, and at your own trial, no less.” My eyes widened in stupor at that last part, disbelief that news of that trial spread. “Never, did I ever think, you would

He chuckled to himself at her mate's protectiveness from him of all people. Katy's appearance almost sent him to his knees. He had known she would look like Orsolya from Rhys' reaction, but he hadn't realized how much. He so wanted to take her in his arms and inhale her scent, just to know her better. But from the look on her mate's face he knew if he attempted without Rhys' express permission he would be as good as dead. He forced himself to keep control. His wolf was not as interested as his human form. She may look like Orsalya, but her scent was not here. He would never again smell the mixture of lilac and birch. Just the thought of it made him weak, even all these years later.

Oswald arrived at his obvious, Rod saw him entering and followed him inside wanting to ask him the result of his visit. But then, when he saw his expression, he felt like cursing himself for being too curious, it was said that curiosity killed the cat and it seemed that, he was the cat in the scenario. Oswald was looking directly on his desk yet there was nothing on it. It seems something is on his mind, I should go and return later. Else, hmm.

He leapt and moved swiftly, appearing almost as a flash of golden light in the sunlight. The sound of the collision echoed, followed by the whimpering of the wolves in pain. But Oscar was not satisfied. He continued his relentless attack without pause. He pounced on the third wolf, then pinned it to the ground with his front paws, sharp claws digging into its chest. Then he bit down until the third wolf's neck was nearly severed.

I murmured but didn’t feel like debating the issue. “Your girl’s got a strong wolf for a mutt. Almost as strong as a Luna.” I wanted to tell him she was not my girl, but I didn’t have the heart to refute it. She was. Even though I hadn’t claim her, she absolutely was. “That’s impossible,” I said, responding to his other claim instead. “She’s not a pureblood. Most mutts never gain past Delta strength.” “Well, she’s not most mutts,” Oswald said matter-of-factly. “She’s something special, and I wouldn’t mind adding her to my pack.” There was a pause. “Are you ever going to come get her?” He aked and I fell silent.

And I have no freaking idea why. . . . Vivian's P. O. V I cat walked into the Oswald's headquarters in New York. It was by far the biggest, largest most exquisite designed high raised buildings I had ever seen. The Oswald's sure stank with wealth and I smiled knowing sooner or later I'll be enjoying part of that money, I made my way to the receptionist. “ good morning " I greeted. “good morning miss. How may I help you?" She asked. “ could you please send a message to the CEO? Say someone would like to see him" I said. The receptionist looked at me as if I had grown an extra head.

Knows a lot about livestock, so whenever I’m lost and need answers, he’s always someone I call other than the vet. I paid my bill and got the receipt to hand it to the workers in the warehouse. I make my way around the side and find Oscar sitting on some feed stacks waiting for something to do. I greeted him with a big smile and said, “Hey, Oscar. Boring morning?” “Hey, Cat. Yeah, it’s a little slow so far this morning,” he answered as I handed him my feed receipt. “Well, here’s a little something for you to do,” I said.

I screamed and he was instantly at my side. "Hey, hey relax im here. Don't say anything, it will distract him."he whispered. With my body shaking, I saw Ozymandius's hands turn to claws. The creature started circling him, but he was quick enough to pin him on the floor. Ozymandius's body was on top of him, his fangs perfectly escaping from his mouth. " Who are you and why the fuck are you here?" he growled. His voice was so loud that I covered my ears with my hands.