House Of Mouse Pete Novels & Stories

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." .

"What?" "Suicide was ruled out. Based on the forensic evidence and the coroner's report, Pete was said to have sustained a blunt force trauma to the head. The police had initially believed he sustained that while descending the chimney. The numerous claw marks on his body has been tested and came back positive to a wolf's." Pete had actually been killed? He'd been attacked by a wolf? The information hovered around, not able to sink in.

Xander leaned back in his seat, linking an arm around Doe so that she was forced to lean back with him. "Layla sucked her dry a couple nights ago. She told me that she was bored with how her pet acted." Well, there goes my appetite once again. Masters' finger tapped against the table a few times before he spoke. "Ok, so it wasn't my fault," he concluded. I turned my head towards Master questionably. They didn't even care that her pet was killed. They just acted as if she was just some stupid pet fish. Xander shook his head.

All I wished was to see a trace of where they took Selena, but every single time spent on the narrow road proved abortive. "Hey!" Pete's voice was loud and shaking as he called. "I will get you down from my back if you dare to address me in that manner again." I warned him before asking him what the problem was. "Stop, I saw something," Pete claimed. I stood strong. "What did you see?" I asked him, and my curiosity piqued. "I think there is a road over there. I can see something that looks like a house." "A house?" I questioned him and almost allowed Pete to fall to the ground.

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while

"You fucking like that, don't you? You enjoy being treated like a whore, like a common slut. On all fours, with my cock buried deep inside you and a firm hold on your hair." She responded with a loud moan, arching her back toward me, thrusting her ass backwards, drawing me even deeper inside her. "I thought you wanted to be treated better than a pet, huh?" I paused, pulling all the way out. She whimpered in protest, so I rammed back into her roughly and didn't stop until I was fully sheathed inside. She let out a piercing scream, and I moaned my approval at the sound. "That's it, little pet. Let the entire mansion hear that I'm fucking you," I growled, my lips dangerously close to her ear.

His gaze lingered for a moment, soft and appreciative. “Ready?” “As we’ll ever be,” I said, reaching for little Ivan’s hand. ********* Pete’s house was everything I expected and more— modern, elegant, and warm. The lights glowed softly through the wide windows, and the scent of roasted chicken and herbs drifted out as soon as the door opened. “Look who finally made it!” Pete’s booming voice filled the entryway. His grin was wide, and his hug nearly crushed Ivan. “The great Ivan Clarkson, stepping away from business for once.”

This Dickweed nearly destroyed the only thing I had left of her. I can't believe he was about to kill us until I agreed to be his, "pet". I don't even know what that means, besides the fact it's something sexual. Do I just fuck him when he needs relief? I mean, he said "his" pet, so I assume he's not going to pass me around to all his men...right? "We're almost home, Mama." Mama. Why does every time he call me that, my stomach clenches? What the hell is wrong with me? How could I possibly get aroused by my father's murderer?

Iyvonne wouldn't let go of the plate and Pete wouldn't too. “Mooom!” Iyvonne called out to mom for help and support. “Iyv leave me let me eat in peace, do you want to choke me.” Pete drew the plate to himself and always dragged Iyvonne to his chest. “Eat what? You have been eating everything in the kitchen since we arrived. This is the last one in the kitchen,I am hungry too.” Iyv protested and drew the plate to herself. “Hungry wolf! Don't we have uncooked food in this house.” Pete said and raked a fork full of pasta into his mouth, raising his brows at Iyv and whispered “smart”.