Novel & Cerita Puss In Boots: The Last Wish Kitty Softpaws

Bellona Ashford. 40. Susan Carter. The color completely drained from her face. I smiled brightly at her, tilting my head. "...Looks like the ground liked me more." Her expression twisted with pure, unadulterated fury. Worth it. Absolutely worth it. Professor Hawthorne watched the muddy girl laughing quietly to herself on the grass. The younger professor beside him frowned, adjusting his glasses. "No active wolf... and she still finished in the top forty." Professor Hawthorne's amber eyes remained locked on Bellona, a faint, intrigued smile touching his lips.

THE END OF (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND) First, thank you. Thank you for picking up my novel, (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND). Thank you for opening the first chapter when you didn’t know me. Thank you for opening the second, and the tenth, and the one-hundredth, when life was busy and your time was precious. In a world full of noise, distractions, and endless choices, you chose to sit with my words. That means more to me than I can ever fit into one letter, but I’m going to try my best anyway.

They were like puppies licking my boots. "Kill her!"

Now I know where Enya got that trait- like mother like daughter. I groan and give in. "Hippo-Twatamus. Cuntasaurus. Twatwaffle. Oh, and my absolute favourite, Pussysaurus-Rex." My voice drips with sarcasm as Enya struggles to suppress laughter, but her mother wastes no time in bursting out laughing. Great, not that I'm an Alpha or anything- from now on, I'll become the laughing stock of my mate and her mother. God, those two are going to be the death of me.

“This one has a tongue. Maybe we should scorch it.” My eyes narrow. “I’d like to see you try.” “Now, now,” she titters in an obnoxious manner. “You really should mind your manners and watch how you talk to your betters.” “Excuse you?” I stare at her. “Before you say something you’ll regret, you should know that we are Level Threes.” I glance toward Beth who is now standing beside me, before I snort, “I’m sorry. Is that supposed to mean something?”

The wet rough pad surface makes my eyes peel open. A soft meow was heard, the white cat was there staring straight into my eyes, she tried to lick me again but I pulled back. But, something moving behind my head made me aware of its existence. The soft nudge on my palm and something moving on my hair made me anxious before a softer meek meow was heard. The white cat meowed again as if calling with authority she had, and something small jumped over my hand catching my attention. And a soft pad on my head, before it stepped on my head towards their mum. Three kittens eagerly waited for their turn to be cleaned by their mother.

I want to poke and pinch Ashy: The fur seems so soft and velvety Ashy: Paul, I want a dog Ashy: Only massaging a dog's paw can calm me down and destress me Paul: Well Paul: No one is stopping you from having a dog beside yourself Ashy: You are supposed to be the voice of reason and stop me Ashy: It would be irresponsible for me to have a dog Ashy: Plus, they could get hurt, and we both know I'd become a killing machine if anything happened to my dog(s)

Kitten" Mew mewmewwww." Starts pawing one fake sheep. V1" *SIGHS* -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Iris POV. "Hot choco?" I ask him again, I love choco, and he's being nice, unlike the meanie alpha who yelled at me, I finally get out from my hiding spot and sit up on the floor. "We don't keep our shoes on baby, they are all dirty," he says holding my foot, and taking my shoes off. "They dirty," I say noticing that my socks were dirty as well from my run. "Yes, they are kitten, we'll need to get you some new better shoes," he says, but I like my shoes they make me feel like a princess.

The cat crawled toward him, her eyes wide, and Taren picked her up. "And you must be Prissy." Taren chuckled. "You know, I thought your mother called me prissy when she asked about you." Prissy looked up at him and mewed. "I know. So, what do you say we get you back to your mama?" The cat rubbed up against his jacket in answer. Taren chuckled as he tucked Prissy into his coat to warm her. "But you have to promise not to scratch me." Prissy peeked her head out from inside his coat and mewed.