You're Crazy Wildcat Novels & Stories

“Oh Mav… I’m… close so close!” “Come for me, Wildcat.” He bit my neck hard. The cry that escaped me was coupled with pain and pleasure and was masked by the beautiful sound of nature’s thunder.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

I replied. "Good," she continued. "How's the job looking? Listen, you can't be lazy up there. The city isn't like home. You have to—" Before she could finish her lecture, Uncle Mike suddenly drove all the way into me. Caught off guard, every muscle in my body seized up. A split second later, every cell seemed to scream in pure release. I couldn't help it, and a moan tore right out of my throat. "Chloe? What's wrong? What was that sound?" Mom asked, sounding confused.

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

I took a few deep breaths before facing the girl in front of me. "Alexis, stop talking like that. Do you know what it means to be a wild wolf? Wild wolves are those who are not bound to any pack. They don't belong to any group," I said, shaking my head at her almost closed eyes. When I took her hand, she surprised me by slapping my hand away. "Why..." I started to ask, but my words were cut off when she began to speak. "I know what a wild dog is, you fool! That's because I am a wild dog! I left the Black Mist pack. And that's not all. I rejected my mate. Now tell me, am I wrong?" she said, her words echoing in my ears.

And I was sure as hell going to give him something to have a rethink about as well. "I was going to say you are standing in my way. Move!" I blurted out and folded my arms on my chest. Getting ready for his reply. He made a tsk sound and said "You're sure that's what you were going to say wild cat?" It was my time to scoff. "Wild cat? That's the best thing you could come up with?" "For you, yes!" I rolled my eyes. "What are we, kids?"

It seemed like it was going to rain heavily. Charity looked up and said softly to the skinny cat, “Oh well, do you want to… come home with me? My house is quite spacious.” The cat meowed before it looked down and ate the fish seriously. Charity thought the cat agreed, so she stretched out her hand to hug it. However, the wild cat ended up extending its sharp claws and scratching the back of her hand, leaving a scar on her hand. “Tsk, tsk. Are you having a brain fart moment? This wild cat is highly vigilant. Did you think it was similar to a domestic cat?”

“But you get my point.” “Yeah, I do.” Wilder bites his lip as if he’s thinking carefully about something. Then he says, “Do you want a fight?” “What do you mean?” “Do you want to kill some Ravagers?” “Always.” He laughs. “You’re not even going to ask what I’m talking about?” “I can’t picture a scenario where I wouldn’t want to kill Ravagers.” *** The trap Wilder sets is the first use of magic I’ve ever just fucking fallen in love with. It’s also probably the most insane thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I was like a man possessed. “You need to get your shit together Crimson. You are in a contracted engagement. I don’t know what the fuck you did to her, but I know she would never allow you to touch her like that if she was in her right mind!” The werecat paces in front of me, the anger rolling off him in waves. “get it the fuck together, because you can’t take this shit into battle with us tomorrow.”

He makes me a violet person when I am such a sweet soul. “You are not going to talk to me you bastard! You are just going to keep making me seem like a mad person and I won’t let you do that! I have made up my mind! In fact, I am going to move out of the Nightstand clan! I am going to disown that clan, and I am going to move away! You can’t stop me, and you will never have me! crazy man!”