Save The Cat Audio Book Novels & Stories

I bashfully take the book from him while Violet chastises him over the nickname he picked for me, "She isn't urine, Donny! Don't call her P! Think of something better than that." He starts to argue back with her saying that isn't how he meant it while Jack was howling with laughter. I took this as my opportunity to leave and rushed inside to go to my room. Once I'm away from the others I shake my head, disappointed in myself. I could’ve grabbed any other book, but of course, I grabbed one of the ones that scream sex! How am I supposed to see Donovan alone again after that? I walk towards the stairs to head up to his office when I hear Gamma Black’s voice, which causes me to jump. He says, “W

Cat’s mobile phone rang three weeks later as she was trying to put away some files. Looking up from her task. She when back to her desk to pick up the phone. Not recognising the number, Cat almost didn’t answer. Despite her initial intention to not take the call, a sudden curiosity compelled her to answer, so she pressed the accept button on the phone instead. Then she lifted the phone to her ear. “Hello. Cat speaking.” “Cat, it’s Alex McDonnell.”

i actually wonder if they tried sunscreen but thats a question for if i can get them to trust me. after hours of walking i get to the first town and stop at the gate i look up and see a guard i ask him for entry not having to yell because they do have heightened senses. He is in front of me in a flash and i can hear him sniff, despite him obviously trying to hide it. He looks me up and down, “what is a human doing in our realm?” i shrug, “Just passing through, trying to get through this town into the next to find home.” He looks at me for a few minutes before raising his hand and the gate opens to let me pass.

RUBY I couldn't believe this. I met the kitten I had saved five years ago. And look at her now. She's a beautiful, grown-up cat, her eyes glimmering with life I once protected. "I still can't believe this." My voice echoed softly, the disbelief swirling through my mind. Yet Cookie's purring was comforting and real, grounding me in the present as Helen's stories danced around us.

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

Just as I reached for my keys at the doorstep, a familiar meow suddenly echoed. I saw that Ragdoll cat crawling toward me, barely clinging to life. The cat that had previously ignored me was now actively rubbing against me, desperate for survival. I froze for a moment. Then, I mercilessly kicked it away. I did not want things that came too late. It did not matter if it was people or cats.

Too dangerous. But Cressida didn't hesitate. She dropped my hand and walked toward the cat then knelt down in front of it. "Hey," she said softly. "Hey, little one. Where did you come from?" The cat looked up at her. Its amber eyes were wide. Cressida reached out. Slowly, her fingers hovered inches from its fur. The cat leaned into her hand. She stroked its head. Its ears. Its tiny chin. The cat began to purr...a rattling, desperate sound, like it hadn't purred in a long time.

************ Present Day Today was Saturday. Finally. No alarms. No meetings. No endless emails. I stretched lazily across my bed with a satisfied smile, hugging my pillow tightly. This was exactly the kind of peace I needed after the exhausting week I’d had. My plan for today was simple. Sleep. Sleep again. And maybe sleep some more. Unfortunately, Cat had other plans entirely. She was already dressed by eight in the morning, moving around the apartment while humming under her breath. I groaned dramatically from my bed. “Why are you making noise this early on a Saturday?”

In my past life, I threw myself in front of a truck to save my father. I ended up with both legs shattered beyond repair, permanently disabled. He looked down at me in my wheelchair. "You're nothing but an embarrassment to the Carrington name." Then he brought his mistress and her son into our home without a shred of shame. At the company gala, he replaced me with his illegitimate son. "We can't have people asking questions at the banquet. Brandon will go in your place. It's not like we're taking anything from you." My mother was framed by the mistress and died in a psychiatric facility. I was locked in a basement, cut off from water and medication, and left to rot. The mistress became

Blair said, a note of relief in her voice. “Wait,” Blair added quickly, her face tightening in confusion. “What's that sound?” “What sound?” I asked confusedly, getting in and paying closer attention. “That low grumbling sound.” I looked down. The cat was still nestled beside me, eyes closed, purring softly. "It’s the cat." “The cat?” Blair asked again, her eyes widening comically. “Yes It's laying right here beside me.” I explained. Blair burst into laughter. "The same cat you said needed to be thrown into an adoption box and shipped far away?"