Why Did Catnap Kill The Smiling Critters Novels & Stories

“Just about time. Happy Halloween, Kitten.” “What are you planning to accomplish with this? Do you think you’re untouchable because you killed some cops?” I stood up from the ground immediately; my entire body was alert when another growl came. I couldn’t tell what animal it was from, but it was getting close, too close.

Christopher and two others seized the moment and sprinted straight out of the gym. Relief washed over them once they cleared the doors. Christopher wore a smug smile. "Sorry. Better you die than all of us." The others praised him as they ran. "Chris, that was smart. Let them distract it, then we slip out." Christopher kept moving and explained, "I thought it was a mutated cat from the start. Cats like to play. They toy with their prey before killing it. And unless they're starving, they don't care much about dead rats."

Alex, Jonah, and the others are showing similar expressions. They looked like they couldn't believe what had just happened. I, myself, even felt ridiculous and couldn't believe it. Two guards offered me assistance, but I quickly brushed off their gesture. "We just want to help you," Catrina said desperately. "I'm fine," I said, giving him a reassuring smile. I don't dare imagine how scary I look now. My mouth was crimson-stained, having just ended the life of my mate. Offer soothing words to those who have witnessed it.

Through the cracks between the boards, white camellia petals drifted down — the same kind he and I had planted at the edge of the forest when we were fourteen. The wolves call this rite Rejection. The day an Alpha takes his Chosen Mate, the True Mate he is casting aside must kneel below ground until the ceremony ends. The final step: the Alpha descends to the dungeon, cuts a lock of the True Mate's hair, burns it on the Moon Goddess's altar, and speaks three lines. He crouched in front of me, one hand caught my chin, his eyes cold — but I saw the vein at his temple jumping.

His heart beat violently, and cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. Happy Smith kept praying in his heart and turned around with difficulty. Seeing the figure slowly walking out of the ice, the last trace of luck in his heart was completely extinguished. As he steadily walked out of the ice chips, runes that appeared on Caspian's body also disappeared. There was no expression on Caspian’s face. But it was also because of this that Happy Smith and others became more and more afraid. Happy Smith dared to guarantee with his life that the Crape Myrtle Exquisite Cannon had definitely hit the opponent.

My voice comes out broken and raspy, but I still managed to croak, "Don't you know the rules?" Her brows pinch together. I grin through the pain. "Never wear earrings to a cat fight." Before she can blink, I grab both hoops and yank hard. The earrings rip free, tearing her earlobes open and she screams like a wild animal, her hands flying to her bleeding ears. I roll out from under her, snatch the gun off the floor, spin, and pull the trigger. The bang echoes through the apartment. Blood splatters across the wall as her body goes limp and collapses in a heap.

I recognized the wolf and sickened even worse. Catrina had discovered her fated mate years before I did, but he was a quiet, nerdy guy, Joseph Nym—the farthest thing from Catrina’s type. Now he was here, on my territory… dead. It was obvious what had happened to him. The absence of any other scents pinned the blame on Catrina.

Grandma scolded me for being too clumsy that day, and when I was finally told to sleep, I cried all through the night, as the horrible scene of being threatened came knocking like the ants that hovered around my room. " If you say anything, I will kill everyone!" He threatened, my only witness was the ikati. Outside, I could hear their meowing all through the night, and when I couldn't stop crying I came out, it wasn't big, just a small black cat that was almost one with the night sky. Its oddly shiny eyes were the only thing I could see clearly, and ever since that night, I had found a special friend who would not expose any of my secrets to anyone.

Just as I reached for my keys at the doorstep, a familiar meow suddenly echoed. I saw that Ragdoll cat crawling toward me, barely clinging to life. The cat that had previously ignored me was now actively rubbing against me, desperate for survival. I froze for a moment. Then, I mercilessly kicked it away. I did not want things that came too late. It did not matter if it was people or cats.

She smiled and explained, “Cats don’t lack food. When they catch a mouse, they play with it until they get bored. After that, they’ll kill it once it has lost its value.” There was murder in her voice, and the look in Jason’s eyes turned colder. He was happy with her answer. She was a Venus flytrap worth his pampering. Sally’s thirst for blood attracted him even more. Eva’s heart jumped at this sight. She watched as Jason slowly smiled. It was a cold smile, and a dark look appeared in Sally’s eyes too. Sally kept looking Eva up and down, and it only made Eva shrink back. What exactly did she do to offend Sally?