Valentine Cat Book Novels & Stories

"Darling, you're not allowed to give me pet names." Thomas didn't wish to watch his boss flirt with his wife anymore, so he grabbed the cat treats and left the office in a hurry. Once there were no outsiders anymore, Valerie put down her fork in a bad temper and stopped eating. "Darling, you told everybody I'm your kitten. You said you wouldn't tell other people. You also said I'm your wife and not your pet." Kieran smiled. "I've fallen in love with kittens now because of you." His words made Valerie happy for some reason.

"Alpha." "Valentine," Vaela says, gesturing toward me. "Fiorenca." "Frankie," I correct automatically. Vaela clicks her tongue. "That is not your name." "It really is." Valentine beams, she's been handed a new puppy, she lunges forward. Her arms pull me in an enthusiastic hug. I'm struck by how genuine she is, there isn't a single sharp edge hiding underneath her warmth. I've spent enough time with shitty ass people to know kindness is often transactional. Valentine's isn't. The empathy pouring off her feels limitless. It almost hurts.

Lina reclined on the delivery bed, her eyes filled with triumph. The old Don of the Valentino Family gripped his cane, smiling wider than ever before. His voice rang out louder than usual. "The Valentino family has an heir! I hereby declare that he will become the successor of our family!" He pointed proudly at the newborn. Everyone cheered, celebrating with delight, yet not a single person mentioned me. Watching it all, I dug my nails into my palm. Then suddenly, Renato's assistant rushed in, panting. "Don… Madre… she's still in the storage room, waiting to give birth."

The stray cat I adopted had recently started looking at my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, and his female best friend, Chloe Dawson, like they were complete idiots. Then one day, Chloe climbed into the passenger seat of Logan’s car again and shot me a provocative smile. A fierce little voice suddenly rang out in my head: “Human, that woman is calling you an idiot in her head! She’s also planning to get your man drunk tonight! Hurry up and slap her! If you do, I’ll make sure you find money on the street when you leave!” I froze and stared down at Mochi in my arms. So my cat could not only talk, but also read minds and predict the future? Fine. From today on, Mochi and I would make these two s

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

Jealousy? No. It couldn’t be. I couldn’t allow it. What business had I being jealous that my captor, my tormentor, reserved softness for another woman? And yet… the sting was there, deep. I waved it off; it can’t be. I hate this man with passion… “This soup has valerian root… It is an ingredient usually used for men, a sleeping draught mixed with alcohol… But to cats it drives them crazy when they perceive it; they want to claw at anything and anyone… So definitely, someone anticipated this outcome and calculated Lady Chelley.”

The princess was curled up on the recliner, reading a book. Valentine smiled and took time to admire the room while waiting for Alisa to notice her. It looked every bit princessy. Dolls, flowers, library, pillows, gold gold gold. "Val?" Princess Alisa's voice startled her. "Oh I'm sorry, your highness" Valentine bowed. Alisa flew into her arms. "You're okay?! Eric didn't hurt you" She loosened her grip and scanned Valentine for any injury. "He didn't hurt me" Valentine confirmed and Alisa grinned.

After a moment, she drank some more, this time swallowing it down. She finally straightened, her eyes half-lidded, her cheeks still flushed red from the alcohol. She looked exhausted. Then, out of nowhere, she gasped. “Oh my God.” Lucas’s brows furrowed, alarmed and quickly taking a defensive stance. “What?” Valentina pointed towards a point and he followed her gaze, expecting something serious. Instead, a stray cat was sitting near a pile of discarded cardboard boxes, licking its paw. Its tail flicking lazily, completely unbothered by the world.

"Yea. Atlas. Where did you go? I was waiting for you." Atlas held her one hand and put the rose on her palm. "Happy valentine's day." Catherine pouted her lips confusingly and stared at him for some time. "Atlas. What is valentine's day?" "It's the day when lovers express their affection to their loved ones with greetings and gifts." Atlas explained to her. "And you're my valentine." He said as he held her tiny hand and sat on the bench with her. Catherine smiled and leaned closer to him. Atlas gulped when she kissed on her cheek softly. "Happy valentine's day, Atlas." She lowered her blushing face and whispered.

Only then did I lean back, tilt my head, and say:“I approve.” After a few hours of trial and error, the doorbell rang again. A nervous caretaker stood outside, shaking like a leaf. And then—“Lorenzo!” My pet lion leapt into the room and threw himself into my arms, purring so loudly Gwendolyn had to sit down in shock. She clutched her chest. “Oh my, Valentina! I didn’t know you were so exotic. What’s wrong with a Bengal cat? Aren’t they small and exotic enough for you?” she teased.