Villain Petting Cat Novels & Stories

"Your pet said that you did not know what you were doing and you suck at directions. So, it was a cat, huh?" "Meow?" "What did you say?" I raised my eyebrow. The guy tried to pick up Tori but the cat made an angry sound. "Yeah, you are right, kitty. What? You know that bastard too? Are you on his side? I am telling you, he brought me here against my will! He is bad." The guy squatted and talked to the cat who was making purrs to reply. What the hell? Are they talking to each other or does this guy have a few loose screws in the head?

He must have thought I was about to sympathize with him for allowing an ordinary maid turn him into a weeping wolf. I watched as Vikky braced himself, gathering the strength to reveal more of his inner turmoil. "You must be happy that she's gone," he muttered, unable to meet my gaze. "I can now turn my attention to Alecia. Exactly what you and your friend have always wanted,” he added, as a single tear welled in his eyes, shimmering like a moonlit diamond.

It meowed glaring at me and I picked a stick close to me. "Get away from me you little pest." I pointed the stick at it in hopes to scare it but it just looked up at me boredly. I never wanted to badly scream in my life, it kept on staring at me as if I was just a weak thing who couldn’t do shit to him. I wonder who made him like this. I hated creepy things and this cat looked like it was the definition of creepy itself. “Finally, you’re starting to acknowledge how weak you are. That’s cute.” Vlad chipped in again and I shut my eyes. This crazy wolf wasn’t going to let me lose my damn mind. I took another bout of deep breaths to prevent myself from reacting to Vlad’s words.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

She has no defence against pretty, handsome men. After the man finished laughing, he closed the distance between them and bit her ear gently. He whispered slowly, "I really want to make you mine now, little kitty! Be good; otherwise, I have to tie you up in my home with those pink handcuffs, and I will slowly nibble your ears like this, and you won't be able to move. I will kiss you on this beautiful mole and bite it! Just imagine how good it would be!", Lilian started to fume in anger. Why does this man like to treat her like a pet? From his get-up and face, he looked the same age as her, but his thoughts were so dark...

A short hiss was her cat, Asshole’s, only greeting as he ran off, no doubt to find Vergel. “Traitor,” she grumbled without heat as she finished her descent. For reasons none of the guys had a definitive answer to, cats almost universally hated High Alchemist. Being that Pearl was, apparently, High Alchemist explained why her pet had never come to like her in their four years together. Despite rescuing him from starvation as a kitten and treating him like a tiny, spiteful king, he was more inclined to flay her hand open with his murder mittens than allow her to pet him.

I long for a reprieve, a haven of serenity where I might find refuge. The injured cat approached me with caution, its eyes reflecting the anguish and vulnerability it had experienced. My heart went out to the unfortunate cat, its wounds a chilling reminder of the violence that prevailed in this world. Xavier's words pierced the darkness, jolting me back to consciousness. "Gwen? Where have you gone?" He yelled, his tone tinged with an odd blend of power and worry. The injured cat raced over to a younger version of Xavier, seeking solace. He placed a blanket on the ground, revealing that Xavier was the feline companion's owner. The cat's scars betrayed the violence he was capable of, making me

His legs are tapping the floor constantly. He moved his fingers over the fur of the black cat. The cat slowly growls, feeling the soft touch of his owner. It snuggled into his boss's legs. Its boss says, "Blackie, You scared her." The black cat, aka Blackie growls back in a complaining tone. It got up and slowly jumped on the bed. It starts nuzzling Elaina's body. Elaina felt furry things near her. As she flickers her eyes, Blackie stared at her.

They still took me for the same naive fool from my past life, the clueless wife who did not know what jealousy was. I simply curved my lips into a smile, leaned back against the chaise, and spoke lazily. "It's just a cat, a worthless little life. Since Jocelyn sent it, it will take her name. From now on, she'll be called Josy the Wretched Cat." The moment those words left my mouth, the cat I had tossed to the floor puffed up its fur. A vicious hiss rose from its throat, claws out, lunging toward me with pure hatred in its eyes.

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.