Sleet Kitten Novels & Stories

Vermont said that because the two rooms shared a balcony, and he figured that it would make things easier for him. Felicity replied absentmindedly, "Sure." Vermont smirked. "I'll bring you pillows and a blanket later." Felicity poked the kitten's head. "Have you named it?" The kitten that Vermont adopted was a stray that had just turned one month old, and there was still a layer of blue membrane in its eyes. The kitten had snow-white fur all around with a hint of black around its mouth. Its chubby belly made it look very lively and active.

And I look at Ryder. "I, Ryder Brock future alpha of the midnight moon pack, reject you, Katerina Jade also of the midnight moon pack, as my mate and future luna." His work stabs into my chest like a knife. Rosalie howls in pain. He goes to turn and walk away but I'm not gonna let him get away with this scafe free. "Alpha wait, I forgot." He turns and looks at me. "I, Katerina Jade of the midnight moon pack, accept your rejection."

Keona said without the slightest concern for her sister’s feelings, while her aunt remained silent. But suddenly, a loud crashing sound made both Keona and her aunt turn their heads toward the door. It turned out that Kath had been peeking through the small gap in the door. She had come to bring her sister a glass of warm milk, but startled by Keona’s words, she dropped the glass she was holding. Disgusting? And what was that about saving her when she fell off the cliff? What did she mean by that? Kath smiled faintly, her expression hollow. Filled with disappointment, she turned and walked away from Keona’s door.

The Antar family had declined to stay through supper as the baby was getting tired and would most likely fuss through the meal. Before dinner was served, there was commotion in the back of the hall. I sat, spellbound as three kids shifted into their feline forms. I saw a tiger, reddish brown with bold black stripes, a female jaguar with golden brown fur and a white underbelly to compliment the black rosettes all over her, and a bobcat, smaller than the other two by far, but fierce looking with his pointed ears and black tipped tail. They shifted back and forth effortlessly as they caused utensils to rise and float, glasses to be filled with water without hands on the pitchers, and someone b

I handed her the kitten. “Oh my god. You bring me home a niece and a kitten! Best day ever!” Isis squealed as she snuggled her kitten. “I’m going to train you to like our pack and Bloodmoon and the vampires in this room.” She smiled. Kurt was forcing a smile as he looked cautiously at the kitten. “As my gift for my future cousin. Aunt Sarael I present, Eman.” I smiled, bringing out the kitten with a red collar and offering him to her.

Dray I stretch as I wake up the next morning. I go to lay my hand on my stomach, but it comes in contact with something warm and soft. I look down, and Ty is using me as a bed. Not that I mind. I look over and see Drake with a smile on his face. We had talked to dad about the whole idea of a pet for my little jewel, but he had no idea which animals wouldn’t run away as soon as we shifted in our dragons. Drake suggested that we ask Storm, so yesterday, after we removed all the bubble wrap from dads office, we trudged through the snow to his place. He told us that he had no idea. He called Haratio and told him what we wanted to do. Haratio thought it was a great idea, and he said that

Before I can ask what this is, he shoves a small crate into my hands. I glance down and freeze. Inside the crate, a tiny kitten blinks up at me, its fur a soft mixture of gray and white. My breath catches. I know this kitten. It looks just like the one from the site two days ago. “Oh my god!” I squeal. “Is this—?” “Yes.” Kyle nods. “Turns out she was all alone. Ran away from a vet not far from the site. So now… she’s all yours.” My heart practically melts on the spot.

The other boy said dismissively. Jamie ran for about half a mile and stopped. She was certain the boys were not following her. "Lazy Sods," she thought as she sat on a nearby log and inspected what she rescued. A small kitten, Jamie guessed, was about 12 weeks old and was completely black. The kitten’s hair was long and silky. "What strange eyes you have !" Jamie mused.

Layla walked closer and as soon as she saw what was inside, she squealed out of sheer excitement. Inside the box was a pure white kitten which was hardly bigger than her palm. It gazed up at her curiously, its golden eyes staring at her and reminding her of Riven's eyes. The kitten was spotless, as white as snow, with tiny ears and a long smooth tail. "She's so beautiful",Layla gushed as she carefully took out the kitten from the cage. She hugged it close and rubbed her cheek against the soft white fur. "You brought her for me"

The sky was darkening as we turned the last corner toward the house. Thunder grumbled somewhere far off, and a second later the first drop landed right on the tip of my nose. “I hate my life,” I muttered, quickening my steps. Spaghetti meowed in my arms, curling up like a terrified cinnamon roll. Her fur, half-dry from the dust at the park, turned damp again under the rain. Behind me, cardboard crinkled every time Zane shifted his grip, cradling two kittens like they were fifteenth-century porcelain.