Rat Catcher 2 Novels & Stories

They walked ten minutes under there before they spotted a skinny, tattooed guy dressed like a punk with green hair. The guy ran as soon as he saw Joey. He didn’t get very far. Joey could run five times faster than any thug he ever chased. “Yo ... yo ... yo ... my man Sling ... where are you running to, buddy?” Joey hooked his arm around Sling’s neck. The green-haired guy turned pale. “Hey, Joey, I didn’t see you comin’ ... just hang ... you know?” he stuttered. “Come on ... let’s go somewhere private where we can talk.” Joey led him to a dark alleyway by one of the shops.

"Fine, I'll have your sloppy seconds. I'll win her over that way, and show her how much more of a man I am than you, 'big bro'." I just blinked. Darren looked my way and walked toward me. "We'll be getting to know each other very very soon," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, his anger at his brother quickly replaced with flirtatiousness at me. "Well, is anyone going to beat a million dollars?" The MC asked. "Going once, going twice." The room was still in shock from what occurred. "Sold, to the man who either really wants this woman or loves animals."

Before I could bring up my claws to strike him down, a low, murderous roar shook the very foundation of the cavern. Jarrett, who had been lying lifeless on the floor with his trust completely shattered, surged upward. The sheer force of his love and instincts overruled the agony in his heart. His wolf burst forth in a flash of dark brown fur and snapping jaws, interposing his massive body directly between Lucian and me. Jarrett slammed into Lucian mid-air, his massive paws knocking the silver dagger from my uncle's grip. The blade clattered uselessly across the stone floor. Together, we moved as a seamless unit. Jarrett pinned Lucian’s right side, snapping his heavy jaws near his shoulder, w

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

" Then the guy you are auctioning me off to will raise someone's child ." " Do you have any idea how messy things just got ? " © #KCMmuoe

As things started to heat up between us, he kissed my nose and gently touched my hair. I saw the emotion in his eyes, so I closed mine, ready to give in. But he suddenly stopped moving. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at the scar on my forehead and the rough skin on my face. I was not the young, pretty girl he remembered anymore. His eyes showed a flash of disgust, but he quickly turned away and pretended nothing had happened. “I just remembered. I still have some work to finish.”

His fate had been sealed the moment he accepted the bet. “Fuck it,” he growled. He grabbed the phone and started typing. He picked the most generic female name he could think of—Sandra. Blonde hair, curvy, hot. A catfish dream. He must’ve committed mutiny in his past life. “How the hell am I supposed to find Wallace on here?” he asked. Aaron took a swig from his beer and grinned. “Mate, you’re 500 miles out at sea. Out of the ten guys close enough to ping, Wallace’ll be one of them.”

He bundled up my three sleeping cats in one go and flung open the window, ready to toss them out. Quick as lightning, I stepped in front of him, blocking his move. "Dominic, what are you doing? I raised them!" He exploded on the spot. "Haven't you heard the notice? The apocalypse starts in twenty-four hours! You expect these blind, crippled cats to protect you?" I planted myself firmly in front of the window, refusing to budge. When brute force didn't work, he tried persuasion. "Scarlett, listen to me. Kill these useless cats, and we'd have six slots. Then we could raise more beasts. We'd be invincible."