Villain Petting Cat Novels & Stories

I said and she nodded slowly. “Can I see your wolf?” She asked, looking at me with those cajoling eyes of hers. “You’ve seen my wolf before Catherine.” “Well, you were in fact trying to kill me so I doubt that counts.” I laughed, at her statement, mentally checking with Vilkus if it was alright to transform. He was all in. “just don’t let her pet me like a dog because I would not hesitate to bite.” Vilkus threatened. “Alright then, but he said you should not pet him like a dog or he would not hesitate to bite.” I warned Catherine when I had gotten the go ahead I needed from Vilkus.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

Felicia realized something, Reynold's eyes looked just like her father's. "Don't think too much, Reynold only had a cat. He's not a crocodile boy. Let's let him," Vilia said. Vilia thought that Vilia was thinking for a long time because she might object to Reynold keeping a kitten. But that was not the reason. "I'm not against allowing Reynold. But the cat is wearing a necklace with the initials T. Look," Felicia said, pointing at the necklace around the cat's neck. "Ahhh, yes. Why didn't I notice that. Rey... that cat must already have someone. Maybe she got lost and belongs to someone around here. What if someone is looking for it?" said Vilia.

I said as I took the small white cat into my arms, tears welling up in its blue dainty eyes. "This kitten had a difficult life, but it is still standing, strong, and yearning for life," I explained. I am nothing more than a villain to this kitten, and I am also the type of person who would cause these kinds of bruises on other people. To make matters worse, people are being killed by me. But it's not a choice; it's a duty I've been assigned as an Étienne; an Ophidian. For a brief moment, I considered putting an end to the injured cat's suffering. But then I noticed a presence approaching. I turned to face the figure, only to discover... Another injured cat. It was Charlotte.

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”

I growled as I pulled him into my arms, annoyed that he spent so long with V1. " Promise me never to see him without me by your side." " *Laughs* What's wrong my pet? Don't like me playing with another cat?" Terry says with a teasing tone as he cups my face and runs his thumb across my cheek. " With the way you play, you better not be doing it with anyone else. You're my Troublemaker, I don't want any mangy cat, like V1 or any other Versions near you. They are worse than dogs, they play all nice waiting for the right moment to pounce."

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

"W-What? Of course, not. I-I don't have a boyfriend." "Then that's better." Amber glared at him. "You really are a bastard. We just met each other and you're already willing to have me as your girlfriend." "If you don't want to be my girlfriend, then be my pet instead. Do you want that?" "A-Are you crazy? What pet are you saying?!" "Maybe I call you as my puppy. Come here, puppy~" he teased her. In the end, they ran around like kids around the park.

However, it was obviously impossible because she couldn't even stand on her own two feet. "Nick... it's not a cat," she whined in a trembling voice. Nick laughed, he held Vanilla's body even tighter, the man landed another small peck on Vanilla's shoulder. The corner of his lips smiled triumphantly. "They're so cute," Nick said. The man bent his legs, resting his knees on the floor to align himself with the tigers surrounding him as if they were the king and queen of the jungle. "They won't eat you." Nick petted one of the white tigers.