Sylvester The Talking Cat Novels & Stories

Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers. I scrolled down the menu after buying coins. I scanned through the lists of pricing for the girls to do the act according to the viewers’ requests. My lips dried instantly to see the price for the private chat. My heart started to pumped wildly in my chest to the thought of talking to Sindy Kate. What if she recognizes my voice? The voice! Her voice. Oh, shit! Then I clicked the speaker on. Why the fuck I haven't thought about it before? My jaw dropped. Now, she sounded exactly like a mix of Sindy and Westley.

“Who is it?” Sylvester took a deep breath, replacing his familial persona with the measured, challenging tone he reserved for high-stakes corporate negotiations, but this time, with a deep undercurrent of personal interest. “It’s Sylvester St. James. I’m currently on mandatory leave, and want to go nowhere else but where you are.” He waited, knowing that Lola would be running out to him any second now. As calculated, the faint click of the security lock sounded, and before he could even move, she locked him in a tight hug. Then a kiss.

As far as I knew, I wasn't going to slack off anymore. After about four seconds of palpable silence, Sylvester shook his head. "You're really pathetic!" He said, his voice dripping with incredulity.

I found Sylvester in the laundry room. He looked surprised to see me. “Your majesty.” He bowed. “I was just coming to see you, but I had a little accident on my way.” He said, showing me the stain on his white uniform. “Care to explain?” “Err, well, let's just say women are not the easiest to understand.” “Ah, I see. Lover's quarrel.” He smiled. It was the first time I had seen him smile so brightly. He was usually very cautious around me.

<><><> By now, Tiger's skin is unrecognizable with bruises and burns, wounds and blood, but he was still smiling as he stared into space. It's been a while since he experienced pleasurable pains, and it feels too good right now. The tortures stopped already, Toyota and Lambo are already out of the room. Just Taylor and Sylvester left with him. He suddenly faced Sylvester. "Hey, what's your name?" He asked with bloody lips "You're f**king headstrong" Sylvester smiled, and he laughed. "How'd I end up as the boss of my clan if I'm a simpleton" "I'm Sylvester. You should know since you'd become part of us soon anyways" Sylvester replied.

Sylvester walked toward trying to help her to check out what it was. “There's nothing on you” “What I felt something, I definitely felt something on me. You're lying” “ no I’m not, you're just imagining things like how you imagined dad dying today” “ Hey, that was not my fault” “really? because it kind of sounds like it was” Sylvester said looking at her. “ I don't want to talk to you anymore” she said before walking into the house. **** **** ***** ***** **** **** ****