Sylvester The Talking Cat Novels & Stories

"I... w i l l... o n l y... a s k... o n e... t i m e... a n d... I f... y o u r... a n s w e r... d i d ...n o t... s a t i s f y... m e... I... w i l l... b r e a k... y o u r... n e c k... i n... a .... s e c o n d. W h o... a r e... y o u....?" Sylvester was cut as the wolf started laughing like he was mocking him. Sylvester grabbed his neck with force who suddenly became quite. "You can not kill me. You do not know who I am." "I do not...and I do not care." Sylvester replied as he put pressure on his neck. The lycan looked scared and he begged him to let him go. "I ... w i l l... t e l l.... y o u.... e v e r y t h i n g.... e v e r y t h i n g...."

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

Because I wasn’t sure… How to tell him. Not out of fear. But because, somehow, in all our battles—we never once talked about a future like *this.* --- “Still awake?” his voice broke softly behind me. I turned slightly and found Sylvester in the doorway, coat shrugged off, boots forgotten, his black shirt partially unbuttoned. His hair was slightly disheveled from the wind. He looked less like a king tonight. More like the man who once carried me across a river when my feet bled, back before the crown ever touched our heads.

My heart pounded, but I kept my chin raised, staring defiantly into his eyes. “Oh, silent now, are we?” Sylvester stepped closer, crouching down to meet me at eye level. His breath reeked of wine and arrogance. “You wolves think you’re so clever, so… untouchable. But here you are. Caught. Caged.” I spat at the ground near his feet, my throat raw. “You’ll never own me, Alpha Sylvester.” His laugh was sharp, cutting through the night. “Own you? Oh no, I don’t need to own you.” He stood, brushing imaginary dust from his coat. “I just need you in chains where you belong.”

His voice never changed as he spoke his words. They didn’t speak on the ride home, the air thick and tense between them. ****** When they arrived at the mansion, sylvester was looking for something inside his huge wardrobe , which he eventually found. A first-aid kit. Sylvester took two quick strides toward her and slammed the metal box down on the table. He gripped her legs until she stopped struggling, then knelt down in front of her with the first-aid kit. He began to clean the wounds on her leg with hydrogen peroxide and cotton wool." Let me take care of your wounds before it gets infected"

It was all part of his plot against Mr Adams to gain Mr Adams' and Mr Adams' family's trust. Sylvester is more cunning than ever before and as time passed by, his heart grew more wicked. Is this what is left for Sylvester? He is rich, yes he can afford whatever money can buy. But, Loneliness and anger is all that he can feel for all the days of his life. His best friend, Hilton, no longer speaks with him. The two friends now live their separate lifes. Why won't Sylvester just move on? Sylvester POV "Yes? Come in." I said, after hearing a knock on the door.

Their plan would be destroyed if Sylvester got suspicious even if it's a little bit. Mr Sylvester might be greedy and only think about himself, but he's one hell of a smart man. He wouldn't have gotten to where he is now with just greed alone. " Strip " Mr Sylvester ordered. " I'm having a little headache, I don't think I can accommodate your needs now." Kate said trying to escape this man torture in the name of sex. Never have she seen being intimate with this man as sex or making love, it feels disgusting, almost like torture. His awful groans, his bad breath that fans her neck... Nothing about it feels good.

“Alpha Rayka. The pleasure is mine. I’ve heard much about you and your leadership.” Rayka’s curiosity got the better of her. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you as well. Your reputation precedes you.” Sylvester’s expression remained composed. “I hope the rumors are flattering. It’s always interesting to meet those who have heard tales of my exploits.” Their conversation was interrupted by one of Sylvester’s pack members, who approached with a discreet whisper. Sylvester’s brows furrowed, and he excused himself to take the urgent communication. Rayka watched him walk away, her mind racing with questions. There was something about Sylvester that resonated with her on a deep level, though she cou

I say, thinking if I should squeal like a fan girl. "Don't." Sylvester says, immediately covering my mouth. I lick his hand and he pulls away. "How'd you know I was going to squeal?" I ask. "I didn't. But you had an evil look on your face." He says. "Me? Evil? Could never be me..." I say. Before he can respond, I start presenting the first slide. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* "You want to grab a bite to eat? I'll drop you off after." Sylvester says.

"You almost got yourself killed today." Riley turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the pillow. Her eyes were glassy with tears. "He... he was going to kill Skylar. He's a monster, Lucas." Lucas paused, a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic hovering over a deep cut. "He’s a Wild Cat. We all are. You're in a world where silence is survival, Riley. Why can't you just learn to play the part?" "Because I'm not a pet!" Riley snapped, though the effort caused a fresh wave of pain to ripple through her. She winced, her body trembling.