Cat Valentine Outfits From Victorious Novels & Stories

Maybe I just wanted to prove something, to Victor, to Ethan, to myself. I dug through the back of my drawer until I found the set Victor had sent from Paris last Valentine’s: red lace, completely sheer, tiny satin bows between the cups and along the hips of the thong. I hated the color. Made me feel like a Christmas ornament. But Victor loved it, called it his lucky lingerie. Tonight it felt like armor. I left the bedroom door cracked exactly three inches, the same gap I’d stood behind yesterday. Then I turned the lights low, just the sconces above the bed glowing warm gold, and propped the phone against a stack of pillows.

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

Katarina’s POV At Velmorra I could still feel their eyes on me when I climbed the stairs, like heat. Like warning. Valentino’s stare was a lazy stroke. Vittorio’s? That shit burned. I swung my hips extra slow just to tease them, just to let them know: I wasn’t done playing. When I reached the room, I paused. Laid out on the bed like a ritual was an outfit. Black. Leather. Expensive. Sinful.

Hi again, I have picked this suit for you for your birthday. It reminds me of your eyes, the Love I have seen in them for me. Can you wear it for me? I want to see you so bad in this; I wish I was there at this moment :( Forever be young... ;) Ariadne Victor opens the box. There sits a red suit paired with a black shirt and red trousers. Victor knows it's an expensive material; he can feel it in his hand. Because it is the brand, he loves to wear.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Normally, Ileana would have been out at this time of day, playing tennis with her friends, or swdmming in the pool. But since Lohano had been expected, she’d stayed dutifully behind in order to make their guest welcome. Now she stepped forward slowly. She was wearing a simple orange sun-dress by Valentine Copeland, usually known just as Valentine. A plain rounded cut at the neck and armpits was edged by a big, splotching cream design. It hung in a very straight line to her knees. The only curves to be seen belonged to the body underneath - the small but uptilted breasts, the curve of her hip.

She leaned her back, squeezing her eyes shut, sighing deeply. The reporter just began reporting, and the Crown Prince just walked down to the podium with a dark blue folder in his hand. “Baby.” I squeezed her hand, and she quickly sat straight. Valentine was wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit, red tie, and a white shirt. He cleaned up pretty well for a detainee. He shaved clean and had a nice new haircut.

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

Cause a few minutes later, the very reason for all the buzz had gracefully approached Charlotte’s stand and everyone slowly returning back to what they had been initially doing before her arrival. Charlotte held her head high as Valerie’s figure approached her. Although, Charlotte herself looked especially exceptional in her red dress and bold makeup, coupled with her blond hair tied up in a high ponytail, she still felt somewhat inferior to the simple all white dressed female that was Valerie. It was a feeling she knew all too well, given she had felt it a couple of times and that alone made her boil with even more malice as they stood across each other, each person giving off different aur

"Arthur, look at her dress! That shade of emerald green is absolutely divine on you, Valerie! Where on earth did you get it? And those earrings! Simple, elegant, perfect! Killian, you absolute rascal, you kept this gorgeous girl hidden from us all this time? Oh, we have so much to talk about!" Uncle Arthur gave a long, tired sigh, tapping his wife’s elbow gently. "Catherine, breath, my love. Let the girl sit down." "Oh, hush, Arthur, I am just excited!" Catherine waved him off with a bright giggle, smiling warmly at Valerie. "Ignore him, my dear! He has zero taste in fashion. You must tell me everything about your skin routine later!" Valerie felt a genuine smile break across her face, the t