House Of Mouse Pete Novels & Stories

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

She looked like a little girl that’s torn between choosing a pet dog or a pet cat when it’s clear that she wanted both and this sight of her is something I want to keep in my memory forever. “I mean, I know what things here are used for but I don’t really know what to get since I’ve never gotten or owned things like this before.” She swallowed as she did everything but maintain eye contact. “And I was also trying to look for your size because that’s the only size that probably fit but they all look too small or too big and—” “Wait, you want my size?” I asked, still holding back my laughter. Maeve nodded, unable to verbally answer my question and that just showed me how absolutely precious sh

Just as she started to pull her hand back, he leaned forward, took a bite, and then surprised her with a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you," he whispered, his deep voice melting her heart. "I love you too," she replied, her smile brighter than the stars outside. The evening passed with love and laughter, momentarily washing away the trauma of the day. They eventually retired to bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Kyla drifted off to sleep, listening to Reece’s steady heartbeat, feeling safe for the first time in years. --- Hastings Family House The morning air was crisp, but the atmosphere inside the Hastings estate was anything but serene. Mrs. Hastings paced in her study, her phone pressed

Mom and I spent six hours driving around trying to find a mouse that looked like Goldie, putting her in the cage before Rory noticed. And when Goldie Number Two died on Christmas Eve, Mom wasn’t going to let it ruin Rory’s holiday. Rory was seven at the time and spent an entire day making a Christmas village out of cardboard boxes for her damn mouse. That time Dad drove all the way to a pet shop in Indiana to get a replacement. Mason gives me the slightest shake of the head, saying he wants to let Rory keep believing it was her impeccable care and love that kept the mouse alive for an impossibly long time. She has to know, I’m sure, because that’s not a normal lifespan. At all.

I asked her. "Your father asked him for help on the day Sebastiáno destroyed our family. He called all the big families. Only the Russo family picked up the call and your new owner refused to help. And now he parades with you, treating you like a little pet" she said, her disdain clearly evident in her voice. My blood ran cold, all the happiness I had been feeling washed away with that new piece of information. "He refused to help?" I asked again, to be sure.

"Who are you calling?" "Someone who can help me," Caroline replied. "You always keep me guessing," Kenny complained. However, Caroline paid him no mind and found Pete's contact before texting him. Caroline: [Are you satisfied with the house?] Caroline received a reply a few minutes later. Pete: [Thank you. If it weren't for you, my family of six would still be cramped in that lousy house.] Caroline: [Well, I'm sure you know what you should do next.]

What did they have in common? ----------------------------- The caves outside town were filled with bats and cobwebs. Not much else was out this far, except the wolves that had made this their home in the last few months. Blue eyes watched the interactions of the pack with amusement. That Beta really thought he could challenge Paul? The black wolf tried to pull the dead buck out of the gray's jaws. That was a mistake he would pay for. Paul leapt forward and the sickening sounds of the black wolf's vertebrae being crushed between his massive jaws brought the other wolves to the ground. They backed away from the giant wolf who had killed their friend with one swift bite.

already past the dinner. 30 minutes later ™ I was finishing my assignment, sitting on my desk when Pete barged into my room. He walked to my wardrobe. I looked at him confused but waited patiently to see what he was doing. He grabbed a mouse and smiled at it then closed it. He turned around, eyed me, and shot me his famous glare. Ohh he is playing games in his room hahaha and broke the mouse in anger. He left the room without talking to me. He came back and slammed the door and said, " You don't feel that you have to apologize to me?"

Andrew's voice was stern as he hissed. Pete wiped a little blood in the corners of his mouth while he laughed in mockery. "Your house? You should be ashamed. This is Susan's house. Instead of destroying people's relationships, why don't you find yourself a job? Oh, I remember. You want to start a business. Lies," Pete roared, his rage exploding as he dashed towards Andrew with speed but the latter dodged, Pete was knocked over the dining table, groaning in pain.

What is he doing here? “Your Highness, an honor to meet you,” he greeted me first, perfectly executing a gentleman’s bow as he asked for my hand. I raised my hand to receive his palm before it was rudely slapped away by the man on my right. The gentleman merely chuckles. “I am Marquis Johanssen of the House of Men.” My eyes widened a fraction. A werewolf in the House of Men? And a Marquis, at that? How is it possible? “Pardon? But I just saw your wolf—”