House Of Mouse Pete Novels & Stories

"Children learn from example. Paul learned bad behavior from Ian! This is the only time he did anything wrong!" Mrs. Cornell thought there was no evidence of Paul's previous misdeeds. "You bought Paul a hamster," I said. "No... no, I didn't," Mrs. Cornell stammered. "Stop lying!" Jasmine's mother glared at her. "Do you keep frogs and mice at home too?" "Who would keep those as pets?" "So Paul caught them outside? A child might catch frogs, but mice would be harder. Do you have mouse traps at home?" "Denying it won't help," said Jasmine's mother. "The police will be here soon. They'll find everything when they search your house."

I asked both of them, and neither answered because they were fast asleep. I decided to leave them there and go do the chores I was doing earlier. I stopped because I wanted to wake them up, but since they have both refused to wake, I decided to leave them alone. While I was putting everything in place in their room, I came across something that Pete drew. I turned to look at him after seeing his drawing; it seemed as though even if he’s not saying it, he might need a father figure in his life. Everything in his drawing book was a complete family image, which means that’s what he wants the most. I didn’t know how to feel after seeing this.

he asked, catching me off guard. “Outdoors,” I replied, feeling weirded out. “Me too.” He said, before asking the next question. “What pets have you had?” “Are you trying to get information to hack my password?” I joked. “Just answer the question." Cas sighed. “Dogs, doves, some tame rats, hamsters, and guinea pigs. Not all at the same time, though.” I replied. “Really?” Cas sounded surprised. “Yeah, my parents didn’t mind having several animals in the house. As long as we helped clean the cages. My dad even had his own dwarf hamster, called Worf, because of his stripe on his little back.”

His cheeks flushed a little, but he didn’t try to stop me or argue as I led him through to what I hoped would be his bedroom. There was a large double bed there, immaculately made, a ginger cat sat right in the centre. It turned its head toward us and fixed us with a look that said everything. This was her bed right now. “Oh, Sookie, you would choose to be in here,” Pete said, hurrying forward to try and shoo her off. It only made me chuckle, amused at the pet’s antics when she just moved further over. “There’s enough room for us as well now,” I said. “She’s bound to make space once she realizes what we’re up to.”

Then I paused, realizing that I would need a way to send my reply back and I would most likely not find my little friend here when I return. "Hey," I called out to the mouse. "Want to follow me home? I have something for you to give your friend in the palace." The little thing ignored me completely, totally focused on eating. "There would be snacks," I tempted. It shot me a look that somehow managed to look disdainful and gathered the many little nuts that lay on the ground. "More snacks, I mean." The mouse immediately dropped what it was eating and chittered at me excitedly, even going as far as running ahead. I laughed. Apparently even innocent creatures were not averse to bribery.

"A one-year contract, to be exact. You'll be my...pet, for lack of a better term. And in return, I'll let your father go free." Aurelia's eyes widened in horror, her mind reeling with the implications. "You can't be serious," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Baron chuckled, his laughter like a cold breeze. "Oh, but I am, lamb. I am. And you'll do well to remember that. Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" He snapped his fingers, and Marco produced a contract from thin air. Baron slid it across the desk, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

Amelie asked Matthias. "Matthias Westwood," Matthias answered while roaming his eyes around the small house. He didn't know his pet lives in a house that's as small as his bathroom. They sat at the dining table as Amber, who keeps on glaring at Matthias served them a bowl of spicy noodle soup. She also prepared some grilled pork belly as requested by her sister. "Amber, why don't you sit here too? Come on, introduce me to Matthias," Amelie said as she tapped the chair beside her.

she managed to reply. "That settles it then. From now on, you are mine, mine to touch, mine to have and just mine alone. I do not share or joke with what's mine, as long as you are obedient and do whatever I ask you to, we won't have a problem" he paused giving her a sloppy kiss on her right cheek. "Remember, you are now my pet and my sex slave. You are mine, you belong to me Isabella"

The baby’s small face was red from crying, tiny fists waving helplessly in the air. Pete stared at him for several seconds without speaking. “I almost forgot that Petra is gone,” he muttered quietly. His voice sounded distant, as though he were speaking more to himself than to the child. The baby continued crying and Pete turned away. He walked back toward the couch and sat down heavily, the cushions sinking beneath his weight. The crying continued behind him, but he made no attempt to move. His eyes drifted across the messy floor. Something caught his attention near his foot. A picture frame lay on the floor, turned upside down.

Then, when his curiosity was stilled, he would let her fall and shatter like a glass of dreams. Countless possibilities emerged in Pete's head, but in none of them Hazel had a good ending. The only choice was to let the white mouse stay as far away from the lion as they could manage without awaking the lions wrath. Hopefully, he would just forget about her. A seriously pursuing prince was nothing they could handle. Pete nodded gravely. "We will try our best." .