The heat of the sun's rays woke me up one Sunday morning. I sighed and felt as if something partially heavy was lying on my chest. I rubbed the sleepiness off my eyes and saw a ball of fur purring softly on top of me. It was my cat, Charism. She was this sweet Siamese cat I grew up with. I cannot really tell how old she is, but so far, she never fails to make me feel safe every time she is around me. She is both charming and mysterious, and she has a great sense when it comes to meeting humans. It's like she can tell what kind of person you are through your scent.
His Bite (BOOK 1)
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