Don T Mess With The Puppy Novel Novels & Stories

“Give him here. He misses his mother, and he’s not going to get anything close to that over in that madhouse.” Pete laughs and hands the dog over to me. I give him a grateful smile and head back to the couch. “Come on, puppy,” I murmur, kissing the puppy’s soft fur and petting his little head. “I get it, you need a mama. Not all those crazy boys.” We settle down on the couch and he falls right to sleep, his head cradled in the crook of my arm. As the pup drowses and I find my own mind wandering, wondering about the boys sleeping in their bunk beds, about Victor, in his office, working late. Surely, they’ll notice the puppy is missing soon. Victor will probably be down here in a few minutes,

She releases the kite from her mouth, Mia reaches for the kite, rubbing her head, furrowed brows, saddened eyes find Melody’s, “Is it messed up, Can I still use it.” “We can get you another,” Melody stroking Mia’s chestnut locks, explains “I’m sorry, puppies are mischievous, they like to tamper with our belongings, chew things and get into things. She will make a mess, we need to keep things out of her reach and be patient with her until she learns. Ok.” Melody, snuggles Pearl close, breathing in her puppy scent. Pearl licks Melody’s face, while wagging her tail. She breathes in the ghost of Pearl’s breakfast, a beefy crumb smell, that only dogs should like.

Puppy. Something warm tugged in my chest, and I let out a relieved breath. She was okay. She was probably with Trinity. But the second I turned the corner and saw that that wasn’t the case—I froze. She still had that beautiful smile of hers, but she wasn’t with Trinity. My Puppy was with some guy. She was laughing, hand on her belly, head tilted, the same way she would do with me. Why the hell was she with some dude? Just as I was ready to attack, she looked up and waved, her face lighting up. A sense of calmness washed over me as I nodded back, forcing a smile. However, it was short-lived, because it turned out the wave wasn’t meant for me.

[123. Aru abandoned us] Aroon turned the key in the ignition and looked at the younger who was stroking and kissing the puppy sitting on his lap. Dae had a wide smile on his face, he looked brighter and happier than ever. Aroon gently stroked the puppy and it turned its cute little face to him, head cocked at an adorable angle and looking up at him curiously.

He asked as he knelt down in front of Harvey, and folded his hands on his lap. “Yes. Your Dad told me you wanted a puppy so Aunty decided to get you one” It was a white lie I was going to let slide. Ronan reached out a tiny finger to poke the puppy and it licked his finger making him squeal happily and begin to clap. “Mine” “Do you want to hold her?” Harvey asked and he nodded excitedly. Harvey placed the puppy in his arms and Ronan cradled her to his chest like a precious belonging.

The puppy, sensing a new presence, trotted over to him, sniffed his boot, and let out a tiny, confident yip. Ronan looked from the dog to me. I braced for a cutting remark about frivolity, about distractions. He didn’t speak. He just slowly crouched down, bringing himself to the puppy’s level. He held out two fingers. The puppy sniffed them, then licked them enthusiastically. A profound silence filled the room, broken only by the crackling of the fireplace and the puppy’s happy panting. Ronan reached out and very gently, with a surprising tenderness, scratched behind one floppy ear. The puppy leaned into the touch, closing its eyes in bliss.

" Snowball—the tiny puppy Victor had given him. Pure white, palm-sized, with adorable little yips. That was Snowball's meat. Elena couldn't control her violent retching, her eyes wide with horror as her whole body shook. How could anyone... how could anyone do something so monstrous? She was wrong—she should never have brought him home to hide the truth. She'd doomed her own unborn child and destroyed this innocent boy too. "I'll talk to him! I'll explain everything!" Elena stumbled to her feet and rushed into Victor's study. The man sat calmly—strangling a puppy was nothing more than a trivial inconvenience to him.

“It’s not every day you get a co-parenting opportunity with the girl of your dreams.” Harper tenses a bit, but her smile doesn’t falter. I catch the slight change, though. Ever since she left last time, I’ve been overthinking every single interaction. I can only hope getting the puppy will help. Maybe she’s just worried about the responsibility, but once we take him or her home, she’ll see that I’m committed to doing the majority of the work. The first kennel is pure chaos–puppies everywhere, rolling, yipping, tumbling over each other in a furry explosion of joy. Harper kneels down immediately, letting a whole gang of them swarm her, her laughter ringing out so loud and clear it makes my hea

Vicky had no idea about the commotion at home, and the puppies didn't care - they were too busy having the time of their lives with their new playmate. Vicky's childhood experience of playing with puppies left an indelible mark on his life. The trauma of being lost, yet finding joy with those playful creatures, remained etched in his memory forever even still he was a youth of twenties. His affection for puppies only grew stronger with the passage of time, and their soft fur, gentle whines, and joyful yelps continued to enchant him.