Class Pet Haikyuu Novels & Stories

Without Hana, everything he prepared would have been meaningless. Hana's body was gradually exhausted, and Zeci poked her red horns out of Hana's hand. Tom laughed when he saw Zeci's strange body, "Oh my god, that's your pet, Hana. It's so special; how does it fit its owner so well?"

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

Allie adjusted her wedding dress and said excitedly, "The wedding is next week. Are you sure you can be my maid of honor?" I thought about it and replied uncertainly, "I'm not sure whether I can take time off." Then I poured out all the strange things happening at work, ending with a sigh. "The Alaskan Malamute I take care of seems off somehow. Do you think I should take him to a vet?" At some point, Allie stopped what she was doing and stared at me blankly. "Kelsey, what kind of job did you just say you were doing?" "I'm a pet sitter. You told me to apply for it at the pet shop. Don't you remember?" I said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Seeing as I made no move to tell them what it was, Haruto, the dog, impatiently snatched the papers from me and read out loud; “Give your partner a head! Partner is Yua!” Shit.

He said. Cai Kang opened his mouth to speak but Kurai beat him to it by approaching Kazuha and examining her. “I heard that your fiancee was a girl with gray eyes. Not bad. She’s cute.” then he put out his hand in front of her. “My name’s Hyakuya Kurai.” He said. “Shiratori Kazuha,” She replied politely and took his hand. “I heard that you fight delinquents. I would’ve expected you to pick a fight right away after what I just did. I don't know why but I feel like I've known you even if this is our first meeting.” He said. There is a bit of darkness in his tone.

ROSALIA I sat in the dim light of the cell, my hands trembling as I clutched the cold iron bars, gazing out into the faint shadows dancing beyond. I turned to my mother, my eyes wide with the terror that had silently taken root. "Mother, was I... was I born a slave?"

Hikaru says, leaning over the counter to kiss me before ordering a matcha latte. “Who is she?” Casey asks. “Hikaru isn’t a girl, they are non-binary and yeah, they are kind of like… a semi feminine…oh shit! That is the first time I have seen Hiku in a skirt and they are super cute!” I say, noticing what Hikaru has on. They have on a little short schoolgirl skirt in pink and white thigh-high stockings with platform Mary Janes and cropped hoodie over a pink harness, that is just showing when they raise their arms up to pull themself up and sit on the edge of the counter.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving my lips tingling and swollen. His piercing red eyes held mine a few seconds before he leaned back slightly and muttered, “Get ready. We’re leaving.” I blinked, still breathless and lightheaded. “Leaving? Where are we going?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached beneath the bed and dragged out a sleek black leather bag, tossing it onto the mattress. “Your welcoming ceremony,” he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

They would never be able to now. His arms held her tight as he turned them to their sides. His hands never stopped moving as he stroked her soft skin. He smiled when he heard his mate purr. "So you like being petted little one?" But he didn't speak it, he spoke to her through their new bond. She continued to purr as she sent him her answer "yessss." He laughed quietly to himself. They laid there together, ignoring the movement all around the clearing. Too soon his cock slid out of her and she slid out of his arms.

I closed my eyes, humming, wishing to relive our passionate and long-anticipated moment all over again. But I'd settle for a text: Me: I can't stop thinking about you. Immediately three dots bounced up and down on my screen. His Pet: Go to sleep, Catalina. My lips tug downward. Was Malcolm going to act like our kissing didn't happen? Me: Bossy, much. His Pet: I need you well-rested. We have a busy day ahead of us. Me: Oh, do we now ;) I can still feel your lips on mine. His Pet: Sweet Dreams, Catalina