Cuteinuchan2

Matthew was all on his own. A tiny kitten no one noticed. Starving, cold and injured, he managed to find shelter from the rain in a cardboard box. Matthew coughed and tried to clean his fur. He was weak from hunger and fatigued. He began closing his eyes when he saw a figure approach him. If it was a dog, may it end him quickly. If not, maybe it was an angel, his time might've been up. He meowed with the last of his strength before collapsing. ~Your POV~ You were walking home in the rain. No umbrella, all you could do was run home. You passed by an alleyway. You heard meowing and you froze. You looked down the alley to see a cardboard box.

You awoke with a start, the thundering sound of hooves against brick and the fierce gasps of a beast filling your mind. You wet your lips and blinked into the pile of fur that you lay upon. Feebly, you began to lift your face from the fur, your exhausted eyes scanning the spacious streets around you. The town was fairly clean, and its citizen smiled as you passed. You gradually sat up, your hands disappearing into the fluffy neck of the beast as they held your upper body weight. You blinked once more, trying to recall where you were and why you were here. It was then when all the horrible memories from the night before flooded into your mind

"I'll choose . . . France." You heard some shuffling on the carpet behind you, which was a little on the slow side, and a hand was placed on top of your shoulder. You turned around to lock eyes with dull purple eyes. The reason you picked the French man was since he was the 2p! version of the perverted French man you had hoped that he would be the complete opposite and not have to deal with having to defend yourself from his wandering hands. . . . That was until you felt a pat on your bum. "EEK!" You then quickly placed your hands over your bum to prevent any further ass petting. With that said you turned around and gave a glare at the F

“Hi Mr. Kirkland!” Artie looked up. A little middle school girl trotted into the bakery. She was an adorable little thing, at the beginning stages towards womanhood. She came in three times a week on her way home. She usually popped in for a treat or if she needed an ear. He loved when she came in. He always recognized her (h/c), (e/c), her little chubby face, and she always wore her (f/c) every Friday. She reminded him of himself at that age. Full of life, big smile on her face, odd and wasn’t trying to be anyone else but herself. Today was Monday so she was wearing her school uniform, a white blouse with (any color you lik

Matthew glared at himself. He finally got her to go out with him and now he had no fucking idea on where to take her. He took many chicks out, it wasn’t a big deal and he had no fucking idea why he was stressing over taking ________ out. They’ve been places alone, it wasn’t a big deal…before but now it was. He thought about the movies but nothing good was playing. He knew her long enough that she hated chick flicks. Maybe a dive bar, he could get in no problem but then there’s the other shit like him getting into a fight and she getting hurt. Maybe bowling that could work. “Why don’t you take her to

(Luciano's POV) Luciano sighed as he got into his car, throwing his bag into the back seat as he slid into the driver's seat, pulling the door closed behind him. "Took you long enough, fratello." Luciano rolled his eyes as he pulled on his brown jacket and flipped down the mirror to adjust his hat and remove his contacts, turning his eyes from blue to their normal purple color. Out of the corner of his eye he could just see the blond mop of hair that belonged to his brother, Flavio. "I don't understand, fratello. Why do you work at a school when you have your real job to make money?" Flavio sighed as he leaned back in his seat. Usually, L