Sweet Kitten Novels & Stories

– Quinn frowned, she unconsciously moaned. “Ah… Ah, you don't want me to pull out, huh? You like it huh? Hahaha, Quinn, you're so cute, suck me so tight I want to hold you tight and won't let go, know you like it... so... I'll "love" to death..."

“Liam Parker. And don’t worry—I know this looks like something out of a wildlife documentary, but you’ll get the hang of it.” I blink. “Wildlife documentary?” He gestures toward the queen bee’s table. “You know, predators, prey, survival of the fittest. All that. I’d draw you a diagram, but I think Victoria might kill me for comparing her to a lioness.” His tone is light, but there’s an edge underneath. A truth no one else would dare say out loud. “Thanks for the warning,” I say carefully. He grins again. “Anytime. You should probably avoid sitting too close to them unless you’re ready for blood sport. Here, come sit with me.”

It was stupid to ask since I already know the answer to my question, it was written all over his face, monsters have emotions when it comes to their family but this one was different, he should be given a horn to signify his black heart. He chuckled like a real devil and the study room felt so cold that I had to rub my palm together as I gazed at the terrifying face. "What do you think?" He curled his lips up. "Do tell me you came all the way here expecting me to crawl on my knees and apologize to you," He made an illustration with his hands and then burst into laughter. "Natasha, or should I call you Malinda Kristen, I am not that kind of person." He said icily and my inside snare in disgus

The fur was the kind of velvety smoothness that made you want to keep stroking it, a warm shade of caramel brown that looked like melted toffee under the light. Its eyes were large, round, and glossy like dark chocolate marbles, giving it the kind of innocent and sweet expression that made it impossible not to smile. The nose was a perfect little black oval, stitched with precision, and the mouth had the faintest curve, almost as if it was holding a secret smile. A small blue ribbon was tied around its neck.

His scent, the kiss he gives me on the top of my head cocoons me in sweet relief. “Sadie is…scared of spiders, she has a bit of a sweet tooth and is grumpy like…your brother. Niko and Cal are mischievous but the sweetest boys the Goddess could have ever given me. They like baking with their grandmother and up until recently puppies are their favorite things in the world.” “Can I hold them? Tonight?” I pull away from him, surprise marring my face. “They don’t…I haven’t told them yet and you don’t have to ask permission to see your own children, Connor”

“You sure you’re okay?” The toy pulses again, relentless. I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Just can't wait to eat.” I don’t know how long I can keep this up. But deep down, some twisted part of me already knows: KittenTamer isn’t going to let me come easy. “Okay, get to know you. So, what’s your favorite dessert? I need to know in case your ex starts bombarding me with questions.” I open my mouth to answer, but the toy buzzes violently against me, low and insistent, almost commanding. I clamp my thighs together instinctively, forcing the words out in a strangled whisper. “Churros. Cinnamon sugar.”

Little Sapphire pushed the thick bushes out of the way and crawled under. A few thorns pricked her and the stony ground hurt her knees, but she didn't give up. She looked around but she couldn't find her pet bunny. Her mother got her a little pinkish-white bunny with a magenta heart gem on her forehead and pretty pink eyes. She wasn't an ordinary bunny, of course. Her mother told her she'd get to know what kind of bunny she is when the gem on her forehead takes its final colour. Sapphire had been taking care of the bunny for six months. Just three more months before she transforms.

I threw on my coat and stormed out, remembering the text that Hermione had sent me earlier—Ziton Hotel, Room 1802. I sped to the hotel, running several red lights, and made my way to Room 1802. I slid a bank card into the doorframe, pushing it hard until the lock clicked open. Room 1802 was a suite. Trembling, I stepped into the living room. From the bedroom, I could hear familiar laughter and heavy breathing. I knew, instinctively, that I would not like what I saw in there. Quietly, I pushed the door ajar and peered through the crack.

Sabastian I couldn’t wait to mark her. My heart was actually racing, and I had the perfect spot in mine. My little kitten was flushed. The scent of her arousal was fucking addictive. That I wanted to spend every minute of every day devouring her. Her little whimpers she made when my hands stroked her skin were both sexy and cute.

Selena hooked her knee around her hips, mashing their mouths passionately together, pushing her body into the delicious length of hers until they were one. “Where’s that little white fur ball by the way? You didn’t let it starve, mmh?” Selena laughed, seeing the slight worry she was trying to hide in the depth of those pretty amber eyes, “Mr. Kitty’s having a blast at the police department. The chief commissioner got attached apparently. They named him Froyo. Don’t move so much!”