Xo Kitty Book Novels & Stories

"Though I'm no mind reader, your thoughts are at least displayed on your face." Xoey rose to her feet and left the jar on the chair. Then she slowly made her way over to the peeved and frustrated silver-haired female. The Luna looked at Xoey with a suspicious expression. 'Why is she coming over?' she thought. "You know, you excel at making one amused. You really should consider changing your role and becoming the pack's comic." Upon hearing those words, Katelyn felt a surge of rage coursing violently through her system at breakneck speed. 'That's it!' she thought, fuming.

Her plan is jumbled, thus her confidence. She flinched as Dexter slipped his thumb between her lips, releasing her lips from her teeth. “Don't bite yourself. I'll gladly do it for you.” He smirks, licking his lips. “Your lips were so lovely. I want to swallow it whole so much.” Her face was plastered in horror. She shouldn't have let her guard down. She escapes from the mad dog, only to meet a starving wolf. “I—” “Shh, Kitty. Let's see if you can make me hot, and then I might listen to your plea.”

In spite of Leroy's small frame, the skin on his chest was quite inviting, tipped by rosy swollen nipples visible through the thin slave gown, and the soft small curves of his ass was a promising warmth against the Albanama’s arm. Xcott's groin tightened as the combination of Leroy's enticing minty scent and his detailed survey had the inevitable effect on his body. Sublimating his desires with practiced discipline, Xcott kept Leroy cradled in his arms but fingered the communication pad on his belt to summon his assistant. K’coba, Xcott's assistant, entered the room moments later. His gaze took in the tiny, chewables human nestled in Xcott's arms and the two dead bodies of their own without

“My little kitty, are you driving a sports car or an Ox Cart? Why so slow, Baby?” Evan taunted while looking at his little kitty who is trying her best to control speed within safe range. She forgot the fact that she is in the city of crime. Xarxe belongs to him. He is the rule here. Nothing can restrict her here except…

he will trample on. So defenseless, blindfolded, she trustingly stretches her palms to both of them. Fourteen steps up. Austin's happy bark. Key turn. Can? Can? Can you watch already? Kitty jumps and squeaks, squeaks and jumps, and tries to hug the mantelpiece. Austin squeals and circles happily around them. The brothers are bursting with such pride, as if they didn’t just rent this apartment, but at least designed it themselves.

He winks at me as Oona packs up the chess board. She walks past me with the board and slipped a handmade tiny book with a few pages into my right palm. "You can read it now." She says, "Bones won't tell on me." I smile at her and look at the piece of paper. The cover has a gymnast with long hair. It has a title written in capital letters; "HOW TO GET MY SWEET CHUBBY CHEEKS XYANA TO CONVINCE MY DAD TO BUILD A GYMNASIUM FOR THE PACK."

The little black cat curled up in her lap as usual. "Tonight we find out the real skinny on this, kitty," she murmured as she opened the heavy book to the page she had marked. "I don't even know what I'm looking for any more but I hope I find it soon." She opened the book to the place she'd marked, two pages of hand-drawn sketches. One of the drawings especially caught her eye. The face of the wolf looked almost human and she had the bizarre feeling the animal was staring out at her from the page.

I say in Greek, hoping Bronx won’t understand it. The cover of the book stretches and creeks, until a bulge forms below the embossed title. The bulge grows until it looks like a closed eyelid. I take off the dragon scale glove and run my hand close to the surface, careful not to touch it. When it senses me just an inch away, the eyelid snaps open, exposing a crisp apple green eyeball. It looks around, surprised to be awakened until it lands on me and watches, waiting for instructions. “What the fuck?” Bronx lets go of my hand and backs up until his back is against the door. “Kas, tell me that’s not what I think it is. It’s some sort of replica or some shit. Tell me that’s not real.”

“Don’t be coy, that’s Dex Fyrestone, the future Alpha? Surely you’ve heard about him?” My mind was swirling, that flirty, sexy jerk was the future Alpha? “No! I swear…I mean I just fobbed him off and stole his jacket.” “NO!” Cherry yelled, running towards me and grabbing the pile of books from me. “Oh my god, you didn't, what did he say, tell us everything!” She took the jacket and even gave it a dramatic sniff. “Shit, he smells good doesn’t he,” she said making me laugh as I agreed “It’s a smoky one for sure”.