Patches Dreams Cat Novels & Stories

The cold quiet made her skin crawl. She stepped inside carefully, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The apartment was cold and dark, smelling damp and stale — like something had been left to rot. Rainwater dripped from a corner near the window, splashing quietly onto the faded carpet, leaving dark, sticky stains. The scratching came next — soft, hesitant, almost scared. She followed the noise, every step cautious, every sense alert, until she reached her bedroom. There, perched on the windowsill, was Piper. The little black cat’s green eyes were wide with fright, her fur wet and matted against her thin frame.

I whispered and dug my hand into my hair to the back. "What!" "That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I mean, I just asked, I didn't mean to heard yes. I felt all was just a dream. 'Why Arnold, y?' I kept uttering that in tears. He had no answer for me. I thought I have it all already, the happiness I have been longing for. I thought I have it all already, the man I dreamt of having. I thought I have it all already, the love! the care! I dreamt of. I thought I have it all already, the man, who will finally accept me for me –Gosh! I have only being dreaming, I have been dreaming all along. If you were the one, will you be with the man that causes you nothing but pains? The one who drown you

My eyes look shiny. My neck looks wrecked—purple thumbprint, bite mark like a signature. I touch it again, lighter this time. I feel the echo of his teeth. The way I gasped his name without meaning to. I look like someone who got fucked and liked it. I look like someone who's going to do it again. My phone buzzes on the sink. Milo. Milo: 'You okay?' Milo: 'Just checking.' Milo: 'I'm here if you need me.'

More wolves appeared unexpectedly from the woods, and Phoenix was hobbling on three legs while Blackjack returned his gaze. Flashing his fangs once more, Blackjack feels victorious, while Joseph approaches him and says, “Blackjack, you need to land one final strike, and then we’ll finish this, no longer needing to worry about him.” "Have faith in me, old man, I can handle this," Blackjack stated, setting Joseph aside mentally. With every ounce of his being, Blackjack withdrew a few steps, focusing on Phoenix. With full force, Blackjack sprinted towards Phoenix, aiming to incapacitate him. Before Blackjack could reach Phoenix's throat, Phoenix struck his chest with his uninjured paw, making B

He nods his head slightly telling me to continue. “What was it that started when you were 15?” I ask politely. Ash takes a moment to decide if he should answer that straight away. “It was nightmares. They started when I was 15 I would see these most hideous beast, animal’s that can only be found in your imagination. Most of the time I would be in the woods of a mountain called Aurelia Spires and I would have a weapon to kill them with like a bow and arrow or a long sword and a shield. Then a week before I turned 16 I had a dream about being out with my friend in the woods, we were camping there and this beast emerged from the bushes. I still remember the screams coming from my friend as the

that no matter what he looked like I would end him. “ What have we here?A prize I will enjoy playing with before I rip you to shreds.” He said in a deep raspy voice. His face was scarred yet handsome and he looked menacing. He looked to be an older cat who had fought a few battles in his time. I smiled letting the electric currents from the air wrap around my hands and feeling my eyes change to electric blue. “ I am your end Kitty cat.” I said in a calm voice. Inside my rage was boiling but I needed to be quick in order to help Selwyn if need be. The need to protect my mate was very strong. I released the electric balls of energy in my hands very quickly and watched the look of surprise on

the woman on the other end says after after a few rings. "Yes hello, I'm Adam Foster a private investigator, I need to talk to the lead officer Jacob urgently" he explains quickly, the woman asks him what information he knew, he knew the next sentence would blow her mind "information! I just had tea with her!" He exclaims. That was the first step to us being able to get home, don't get me wrong it didn't just happen in a few days and it definitely wasn't easy. Adam managed to finesse his way in to talking with Jacob the next morning, and as always Blake was with him and was about to hear the whole call. Let's check it out.

He spits on the ground after cursing me, and what can I expect from a man born into fear and relentless war? "I, Willow Celeste Panchak, resident and captive of the Grim Fang pack, reject you, Elbrus, as my fated mate." I could feel the pain as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, and it only got worse as I forced the words out. Athena was raging, anguished, but she didn't try to force control. She knew we would survive without our mate, we were stronger than any man.

“A... Witch? Are you havin’ me on?” His mouth twitches like he’s tryna hold back a smirk. “Surprised you don’t believe it. After everything that's happened to yer. You must be one daft princess.” I inhale sharply. Don’t rise to it, Charlotte. Calm the fuck down. “Okay. So let’s pretend I’m a Witch. That explain the weird dreams, yeah?” He tilts his head, a brow raised. “What dreams?” “The talkin’ animals. Like a cat. And someone named Alan.”

Animals have a certain spirit to them. The firefighter stared in shock at the bloodied cat. Its front paws were torn open, flesh hanging off and bones visible underneath, but it seemed oblivious to the pain, desperately clawing at the debris. Many people watching felt tears well up. Suddenly, Misty, who had been frantically scratching at the ground, froze. A hand, wearing a bracelet Percival had given years ago, was uncovered. The bracelet’s lock, once sparkling with diamonds, was now tarnished, covered in blood and ashes.