Just posted the next installment of Leticia's New Cat
The were-jaguar meets a kitsune ( a nine-tailed fox). I'm so excited cause she'll be making a reappearance later. The story is getting deeper, and we're starting to explore the paranormal aspect to it. Here's an excerpt.
By the time Pierre reached his third bar of the day, he was still chasing whispers. Listening to thoughts and probing for information had yielded little so far, and he was starting to lose patience. He focused on his plate, tearing into a medium-rare steak and chasing it with a generous gulp of scotch.
He smiled into his glass as a deft hand slipped into his pocket. Turning slightly, he spotted the thief: a tall, willowy Japanese woman dressed in sleek leather pants and a matching corset that revealed her toned midriff. She moved with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times.
Pierre watched her saunter toward the exit, wallet in hand. He gave her a head start before following.
He caught up to her just as she swung a leg over a glossy black motorcycle.
“Nice bike,” he said with a smirk. “Is it even yours?”
The woman didn’t so much as glance at him. She focused on starting the engine, her slender fingers twisting the ignition.
Pierre stepped closer, placing a calm hand on the handlebar. His gaze locked with hers. “My wallet,” he said evenly.
Her eyes narrowed. “Jibun o okashitekudasai,” she hissed.
Pierre chuckled, his smirk widening. “Quite a mouth you’ve got there. No, I won’t go fuck myself. And I know you speak English. Hand it over—I need to pay for my meal.”
Her lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper in Japanese. Her eyes gleamed, flashing an unmistakable yellow.
Pierre didn’t flinch. “Can I have my wallet now?”
The smile vanished, replaced by a flicker of fear. She recoiled, her yellow eyes darting away from his. Without another word, she yanked his wallet from her pocket and tossed it at him before revving her engine.
Pierre watched as the bike roared to life and she sped off into the night, her leather-clad figure disappearing down the street.
He chuckled softly, tucking the wallet back into his jacket. A kitsune. Mischievous as always. He’d encountered one before during his time in Japan, and this one was no less cunning. The panic in her eyes when she realized her magic didn’t work on him was priceless.
Read the full chapter here.
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