Sad Cat Stories Novels & Stories

Over my shoulder, I say to Kain, “Elly is living in the Crescent Moon Pack.” Caleb takes me to the Main House, up the stairs, all the way up to the rooftop. A sofa and several chairs are placed around a table. Caleb sits on the sofa, and I do the same. Leaning his head back on the sofa, he groans loudly. “I hate when I lose my temper as I did earlier, but vampires always bring out the worst of me.” I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “Back in the Crescent Moon Pack, Mr. Smith, the art teacher, used to tell me horrible stories about the Cosasi Vampires. Do you think they are true?”

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

"I know this must be weird for you, I'd feel weird if I lost my memory too. But Alexis, it's me Sadie Anvil. We've been friends since childhood. We were both partners in crime and in everything. We loved troubling people and we both triggered our wolf curse the same year because we couldn't bear to see just one of us in pain" Sadie rambled on as she held Davina's hands. "There was this oldie who lived in our neighborhood when we were kids. We were so scared of him because he was such a pervert but when we grew up, we taught him a lesson. We did that together, Alexis. I remember how we never kept anything from eachother. I remember that shy smile I'd always see on your face whenever you told

It would fix me in an unblinking stare while its black lips curled into a sinister sneer. I would try to look away, but find I couldn’t move as a sense of dread washed over me. Then, as soon as it appeared it was gone, replaced by an image even more horrific, that of someone I loved dying a gruesome death while the creature’s high-pitched cackle sounded in my head. My father, my aunt, my mates, my friends. The victim changed every night but it always ended the same, with me waking up screaming with the all too real scent of blood still in my nostrils.

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

|Raven’s POV| Isn't it ironic that exactly one week ago, I was wearing a black dress and today, I'm wearing a white dress that should signify happiness but the question that lingered in my mind was still the same—-Why did my father have to leave me? I stared at the ticking clock on the wall and wished it stopped because that would mean that my life wouldn't get as worse as it would be. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh or wallow in self-pity. I don't know what to do, my heart felt heavy, but I couldn't cry. I couldn't even bring myself to feel any emotions.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

Was it contagious? “Dated this guy for five years and he goes poof on me one day with everything I worked for throughout my college days. Tried to be a big girl and face it but two months later, I was evicted out of my apartment and I ran crying to my mama. They put me in therapy immediately like I was fourteen and not twenty-five.” She laughed lightly, but I could tell she was far from amused. “Therapy or not, how does one ever recover from something like that?” True.

Sadie And watching him? It helps. Doesn’t fix the ache, but it hushes that restless little gremlin under my skin whispering tie me, wreck me, make me beg. Makes me feel like maybe I’m not a total freak for wanting this. Like this itch might actually mean something. Like maybe it’s not something to be ashamed of. Because real talk? Most people hear the word rope and immediately think porn—or worse, something criminal. I’ve never met someone who didn’t flinch. Who didn’t give me that look—you know the one.

He asked but she shook her head and said, "I suddenly don't remember." " Next is Tom and Nikk Saunders. Their greatest sin is the fact that they enjoy feeding on children and I'm not just talking about fourteen year olds, I'm talking about babies. In their early days, they ripped babies out of the bellies of mothers and fed on the children as well as their mothers without Mercy or remorse. You might think that they stopped when Sharlynn came into their lives but they didn't - it's not something they can control. They kidnapped pregnant mothers and did the deed in the cellar of their father's lair."