Xoxo Kitty Book Novels & Stories

I sigh, feeling the box move in my hands. I almost jump back, shivering, feeling the box kick again. I ignore my own words and open the lid, a small white kitten pacing the box and prancing around in joy with a small, purple ribbon tied around its neck. My eyes widen at the sight, Jaxson taking the box so I can reach in and pull the kitten to my chest, no longer feeling the frown that has been tattooed on my lips for the last few days. I grin, the kitten meowing and purring into my neck, my hands never holding something so precious before in my life.

Phoenix speaks with a gentle tone then presses her forehead to Kitty’s stomach. The moment Kitty understands, her eyes grow so wide I think they might pop out of their socket’s; she looks stunned as she runs her fingers through Phoenix’s hair. “Her… Phoenix are you saying we’re having a pup?” Kitty’s voice is laced with hope as she looks down at Phoenix then to Liliana and me. “Yep, and she is mine,” Phoenix possessively giggles, wrapping her arms firmly around Kitty’s waist and holding onto her. Kitty looks back at Nikki with tear filled eyes, overwhelmed with joy, he moves closer and holds them close.

“Well, it’s only days away now.” Orion narrowed his eyes. “Then we make it count.” XENIA’S POV Later that evening, I found Catty in the library — right where I hoped she’d be. Her nose was buried in an ancient tome, her short blonde hair messy, eyes wide with curiosity. “Still chasing myths?” I asked lightly. She grinned. “Only the ones that turn out to be true.” I sat beside her and handed her the scroll I found in the archives. She read it, frowning deeper with every line.

My phone is shoved in the back pocket of my jeans. I pass him the book wrapped in gold paper. It’s a scrapbook collection of Owen’s boyhood: his favorite colors, the lions he likes at the zoo, and more about what he’s learned over the last five years. I wrote ‘To Owen love Mommy’ on the front. I hope it’s something he can read to his cubs one day when he’s the Alpha. A caring Alpha. He rips off the paper and ribbon and frowns. “A book? That’s boring! I want to get in the toy car!”

The kittens were chaos wrapped in fur. Perfect, tiny chaos, but chaos nonetheless. Mochi, for example, already fancied herself a tiny menace. All black, sleek as midnight, with claws that always seemed sharper than nature intended. She squirmed and hissed at shadows in her sleep, a tiny dictator of darkness. Goose. Poor, delusional Goose thought he was a tiger. Bold orange stripes, puffed chest, constantly crawling over his siblings like he was conquering uncharted territory, never mind that his eyes hadn’t even opened yet.

They’ve made millions since starting Fable, but unlike the other boys, you never hear anything about their families. Why is that? “I wish I’d gotten a photo of you snogging that cardboard cutout of Lyall,” Kitty says, flicking boredly through the dresses hanging on the rack in front of her. “I could have printed it out and given it to him as birthday present. I bet he’d like that.” “I wasn’t snogging it,” I say hotly, feeling my cheeks flush. “I was just pressed up against it a bit while I was hiding.” “Sure, sure,” Kitty says.

After all, she is mine from now and I want her to mark everywhere so that whosoever looks at her must know that she belongs to someone and that someone is me, Xaphan Knight. A low whimper passed her lips as I bite her again. I looked up at my little kitten who was crying to my amusement. A small smile played on my lips as I saw her curled and thick eyelashes wet with her tears, red nose on the snowy face, and quiver lips. Her eyes were closed as if she was imagining herself somewhere else, maybe in heaven, but to her dismay, she is under me, in her hell!

She decided it was time to bring some order to the room. “I am Katalea. I am the alpha of the Freedom Pride and Dakari here is my mate. We are werecats and, here I speak for myself, am very intrigued to meet you all” Dakari nodded and chimed in, “A few days ago, we discovered an ancient book. It has not even been taken from the ancient oilcloths that wrap it, but here you all are, already knowing. I, for one, am anxious to hear your explanations.”

So, she had settled on sending him a text as it felt safer, but she still couldn’t find the courage to hit send. She bit her lower lip nervously, her gaze fixated on her phone, when it let out a ding and the screen lit up. She grabbed it excitedly, only to pout in disappointment to see it wasn't Charles but Gracie. GRACIE: On my way up already. I bought chinese food. We could eat it while watching XO Kitty. XOXO (heart emoji) KATE: Thanks, muah! She loved watching XO Kitty, Gracie on the other hand said they were ridiculous. According to her, all rom-coms were ridiculous, and yet she still watched them. In her words, “hate-watch”.

Xavier groaned and fed her the rest of his cock slowly until everything disappeared into her throat, surprising Xavier in the process because it was hard for her to do that before, and now she swallowed him whole. Xavier smirked as his hard cock hit the back of her throat. But instead of backing off, she grabbed hold and began to expertly bob her head up and down, daring him to push deeper. Impressed with her skills, Xavier pulled out and reached for something nearby: a leash. Cathleen's eyes widened in surprise as he connected it to her collar, forcing her onto all fours like an obedient little kitten. With a firm grip on the leash, Xavier led her across the room, declaring, "It's time for