Novel & Cerita Xoxo Kitty Book

"Get some rest, bookworm?" The pure silent world rose a deep voice, a little bit rough. Kitty was so into the book that it took a second to realize she was not on the run with Jean Valjean. She would have remembered she was trying to distance herself from Erebus, the too attractive man that was her poison if it wasn't the tray in front her-- "Wow! It smells greattt!" Kitty threw herself to the table, leaving the cozy corner she was curling in.

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.

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

“It's OK. You don't have to explain. I'm here now, and I will never leave you again.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “You promise?” “Yes, I promise.” Zeek's wolf was breathing hard. It was taking everything in him not to rip Kitty's clothes off and fuck her in the open. Xerxes tried to reach out to Meadow, but it was like she was gone. Kitty was busy admiring the beauty of her mate. Ezekiel was really the hottest guy she had ever seen. Not even Mitch could hold a candle next to him. “You're so handsome,” she whispered.

I wondered, sifting through the dust. “Master, take a look at this,” Kitty called out, gesturing toward a tattered leather book lying in the dirt. I approached it, bending down to pick it up. I blew off a thick layer of dust, revealing the word faint on the cover: Diary I turned to the first page. The faded handwriting read: Today I gave birth to my babies, but one is human and the other is a werewolf... Elora said she would kill them. What should I do?

I tried to shove him away as he was too far close for my comfort zone but he didn't even flinch. But what did I expect, he stood like a wall. "And what made you think I'll give in to you?" I ask, mostly in a whisper. He let's out a smirk and moves away. Finally. "Now I see you have a dirty mind as well, cute and sexy" he says and laughs. Huh! What does he mean?. "But that's not what I meant my little kitten" he adds. And how dare he call me little kitten. "I want you to babysit my child" he utters.

My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf. Kitty has white fur that is slightly dreadlocks but not rough, she has claws that are sharp but not strong and sharp, she also has paws and hands that are colored like bubble gum. There’s no way if my wolf is an omega from the common people can look so luxurious and beautiful like that, right? And from the start Kitty had a necklace with a scarlet pendant instead of a yellow shoulder strap. “Forget about this for a while, Kate. You have to prepare a few things for the dinner party.”

“Some poxy Abbey! I cannot think of anything more tedious than trailing to the countryside for such a performance.” “Are you two still on good terms?” Kitty smiled broadly, her blue eyes glinting, “why the very best. We are nothing but happy for each other.” I raised my eyebrows then allowed my gaze to drop to the flower book. My new prized possession. I wanted to inhale the pages, pray for the scent of hay. Deep down I knew that wasn’t Fitz’s true scent, it was a product of his time at Tarrick Hall but it would forever be entwined with those dark nights in his room.

Her slick, cold fingers reached for my face… Her fingers trailed over my still-damp chest, a chill from the pool water still clinging to my skin, then found their way to my left nipple. I stifled a grunt, waves of pleasurable sensation rushing through my veins uncontrollably. Oh my Kitty! She held my leash and knew exactly how to make me go in the direction that she wanted. Just when I thought she was done. She pulled another move, proving she’d only begun. “I’m Axel’s Kitty.” She whispered into her ears, a feathering breath on my skin. “La gattina di Axel.” [Axel’s Kitty.] Her voice, low and possessive, sent a shiver through my core that had nothing to do with the cold.

And in Knox’s voice— I love you all, my bunnies. ### THE END