Stupid Cheese Cat Novels & Stories

Cat had a hot guy radar like no one I’d ever met. I filled her in. Just as I finished the long version of my story, the waiter brought us our food. I dug into my steaming bowl of mac and cheese, sure that carbs were the solution to all my problems. Cat shoved a chili-covered fry into her mouth. “I can’t leave you alone for even a single weekend, can I?” she said around her food. “If you ask me, you should never, ever go back there. That’s just asking for trouble.”

she asked again, she hates taking advantages of her friend's like this,but she must if she wants to have some answers on her neverending questions "Yes you do, but because of something...that eventually led you to like it.....but we thought that you hated it because you've lost your memories,it seems that your tongue remembered it well"Catherine told her Catherine Castro, a Doctor who has her own Hospital, along with her, she's also rank as the richest woman in the whole world "I see.... But I always have loved Cheese bread...I don't why? But I felt very weird when I eat it, I felt nice"the two couldn't believe their ears on what she just said and was paired in a smile

"Who says they can't protect me? Bubba isn't lame. Missy isn't blind. They're good cats. Touch them and we're done." She looked at me like I'd lost it. She slammed the carrier down. "They're not blind. I am. For dating you." Her voice went ice-cold. "We're done. When the world ends, don't come crawling." The door slammed. I let the cats out fast and finally breathed. Not the first time I'd been called names. Since graduation, people liked to call me "saint." All because I'm a legit cat dad. After college, I rented this place and picked up two strays on a rainy night. One male. One female.

I am ready to pay the price; just lead me out. The squirrel cat bent its head as if thinking about my proposal. After what seems like forever, it finally speaks. "First, let me down." Without hesitancy, I placed it on the ground, then rubbed the head of its red hair, down to its tails. "Second," it continues. "Repeat after me, I am a simple being." "What did you mean by simple?" I inquired about it. The idiot let out a chattering sound again as if it didn't care about my problem. Wait a minute, does it even care? I bit my lower lip to avoid screaming at it. After a few minutes, it finally said, "Simple means stupid, idiot, fool, la--"

She gives me a smirk, and just like that, the tension lifts. “You trying to get into my pants, baby girl?” I tease her. She shrugs. “Maybe.” I turn, shaking my head as I pull her against me. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” I say as she settles against me. “I’m just saying, it could be worse. You could have a kink for like, cheese or something.” “Cheese?” I ask with a laugh. “What the fuck is a cheese kink?” “I don’t know.” She laughs. “Maybe it’s like a sexual attraction to Brie,” she says. “Or like, you need the scent of Parmesan to get your motor going.”

It was a welcome respite from the bewildering sensations that had gripped me. Sebastian's whimsy knew no bounds. "And have you ever wondered why cats always look like they weigh the weight on their shoulders?" he pondered, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "It's because they're secretly the world's philosophers, contemplating the mysteries of the universe between their many naps."

Celestine mumbles but Damien still heard her. "My little kitten is getting bold." Damien pinched her cheeks and laughed when he saw her glaring at him. "Humph!!!" Celestine only humphed and refused to talk with him. Damien sighed helplessly. No one in this world was qualified to order him or yell at him except his little kitten who was now wriggling in his arms. He was known as the most ruthless, cruel and cold businessman in whole Italy. None had the guts to go near him. But everything turned 180° when this little kitten stepped into his dark and dull life spreading light and happiness.

The cheese puffs hit the floor, and I slowly chew the remaining bits in my mouth. I’m annoyed my puffs are all over the floor. I had dreams about them, and I finally had a taste. The world feels as if it’s crumbling as I watch the last Cheeto skid to a stop at Cree’s feet. I seriously thought about grabbing it. I mean, there is a five-second rule. But I’m worried that he might strangle me for hitting him where the sun doesn’t shine if I go near him. So I refrain from listening to my grumbling stomach and focus on Cree’s aggravated expression.

"You’re off tonight, D. What’s eating you?" ​I let out a long, ragged sigh and gestured for him to lean closer. I lowered my voice, not wanting the girls to hear. "I had a wild cat break into my suite today. A young beautiful girl. But she was… different, Karl." ​I told him everything. About the way Zara stood her ground and told me not to be rude when I ordered her to get the fuck out of my suite, the way she flirted and went as far as kissing me, the way she broke down when she received that phone call about her father being arrested for treason.

Even though he was hurt too, he had stayed by my side for a whole day. The moment he saw me awake, he burst into tears. “If anything had happened to you, what would I have done?” He cried like a pup. I couldn’t help but laugh and wiped his tears. “Silly, this is our first time meeting. Why are you being so nice to me?” He shook his head.“ Because you'll be my mate. A werewolf only gets one mate in their whole life. That makes you irreplaceable to me.” I froze. Then he held my hand tightly, his eyes unwavering.