Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. That is Rikkard Ambrose, the most powerful business mogul in Great Britain. Free-spirited. Fiery. Definitely NOT attracted to the aforementioned business mogul. That is Lilly Linton, his personal secretary and secret weapon. The two have been playing a cat and mouse game for months. So far, Lilly has been able to fight down and deny her attraction to Mr Ambrose. But what happens when suddenly, the dark secrets of his past begin to surface and they are forced to go on a perilous journey into the South-American jungle? A journey they can only survive if they band together? Book 3 in the Watty-Award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

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[Humour / Adventure] This is the story of a cat. A simple cat. Only a cat that's not important and that no one looks at twice. A cat that is intelligent and that wants some recognition. A cat that tells his perspective on human lives. A cat that only ever wanted some attention. A cat that was jealous of human beings. He lost everything. His family. His home. Even his girlfriend. That's me, The Cat. I don't understand anything about humans. They took everything away from me. And if you share this perspective, go on with reading. If you don't, you can just directly leave. Cats too are worth looking at. Cats too are sensitive. Cats have a life too. That's what this story is supposed to tell you. So if you didn't understand, just go away. [Cover by the amazing @Thestorycastle] [Completed & Editing - no major plot elements should be changed]

An ongoing - Miaow. Yes Mr. Cat I know it should be 'The Chronicles of Mr. Cat and I' but I like it this way. Miaow. Why? Well because I like the sound of the 'M' in 'me' followed by the 'M' in 'Mr. Cat'. Miaow. Yes, I know it's grammatically incorrect. I don't care for you're tone Mr. Cat. Miaow. Fine. What would you have it as? Miaow. Ahah! I knew it! I knew the only reason you were making such a fuss about the grammar was because I put 'Me' before Mr. Cat. You only want it as 'The Chronicles of Mr. Cat and I' or, saving that, 'The Chronicles of Mr. Cat and Me' so you can have 'Mr. Cat' before 'Me'. Miaow. Don't take that tone with me Mr. Cat, you forget I'm the one typing. Miaow. Because I have opposable thumbs. Miaow. Enough Mr. Cat. Our Audience awaits us. Miaow. As I was saying. This is an an on going series of discussion that I hold with my cat, the ever so aptly named Mr. Cat here, deliberating the various problems of the world today, in cat terms of cou- Mr. Cat! Get your claws out of my- Argh! Motherf-