You're Crazy Wildcat Novels & Stories

“No, Erika, I won’t let you make a stupidity!” “Please, let me finish her off!” “You’re not like her, Erika! You’re not like her!” “She made me start this wild revenge! She made me wild! She made me this wild beast you see now! I can’t feel love, I can’t feel gratitude because of her!”

Catia was behind us, her expression full of astonishment as she tried to process the conversation she just heard. “Are you the shepherd?” She blinks. “No, I’m just filling in for him today. He got hurt yesterday. Uh, are you two okay?” “Why? Do we look like we’re not okay?” “Catia, give me the stick. I’ll do it. I don’t want you associating with this-” Colton gives me a dirty side, and I flip him off once again. “Eat ass, it’ll help with your fucking attitude.” “Why can you not say anything normal? Why would... god!”

He nearly succeeded. Breathless and still shaking from her climax, Kate hastily crawled to the other side of the bed. ‘Naughty,’ she said. ‘You tried to hurt me. That’s not allowed.’ ‘So what if I have a memorable name? So what if I gave Miles’s name? I still have the tape, you stupid bitch! I can still ruin you.’

Loukas remarked. “Did you hear that, Chris?” Kaelayni asked. “Yes, he said no more pets.” Chris answered. “That means you are going to have return your pale pointy eared lap fey.” Mykynzye added. “You two can fuck off. I believe that comment was meant for you two crazy fucking cat ladies.” Rafail hissed. “One is only considered a crazy cat lady if one has three or more cats. I only have Jaeyde and Kaelayni only had Phantom. Topaz is both of ours. So, in reality we only have one and a half cats each.” Mykynzye pointed out.

My mom reprimanded me for my bad usage of words. “Granddaddy” a shriek echoed through the hallway. I jumped on my seat knocking over the plates and candles. It was like a movie, except it wasn't and the hot food burned my skin. I Yelp and Ethan were searching for me. I didn't realise I had jumped off far away from the table out of shock. No doubt, I had the strength and talent of a kangaroo.

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.

“You’ve got the pieces. And you’ve got us to guide you. But W.I.L.D. is also something you become through experience, through trust, and through embracing every part of yourself.” Serenya exhaled, feeling the weight of the day, the forest, the lessons, and the truth of their words settle inside her. “I… think I get it. Watchfulness, Instinct, Learning, Determination. W.I.L.D.” Solana’s presence thrummed in agreement. And you will carry it, little one. Not just for yourself… but for all who depend on you. Cheyenne ruffled her hair playfully. “Good. Now let’s see if that W.I.L.D. mind of yours can handle one more drill before sunset.”

Confirm. Just like that.

People stopped us every block, an older woman cooing, two teenagers snapping selfies, even a delivery guy on his bike pausing to say, “Yo, cute cat, man.” “See?” Carolina said, pointing like she’d just proven some scientific fact. “He’s a gato mágico. I told you.” “Or he’s just a kitten.” She gasped like I’d committed blasphemy. “Just a kitten? He is destiny in fur. Watch, he’ll change your whole life.” I shook my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Ridiculously right,” she shot back, scribbling something into her notebook mid-stride without even looking where she was going. I had to grab her elbow to stop her from walking straight into a mailbox.

Gathering my courage, I snapped my eyes shut and drew in a deep breath, then a scream ripped out of my ribcage, “You crazy soulless, psychotic, daughter of a bitch! You're devoid of humanity. You're completely and utterly insane, and your actions are a perfect reflection of that. You're a few screws loose, and, amazingly, you've made it this far without totally imploding. Your level of crazy is off the charts, and it's honestly terrifying to be around you. (Of course it is, I can't believe I haven't wet my pants.) You're so mentally unstable, it's like you're a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. (And that time bomb is fucking tied around me.) "You're a walking disaster, and your craziness