House Of Mouse Pete Novels & Stories

“Yeah! Though… What should we do with that woman? She tried seducing Daddy, and she may do it again!” “Oh, I have an idea on how to deal with her…” replied Maison with a smirk as he opened his palm… Somehow, he had gotten his hands on a tiny rat, and after taking aim, he tossed it in Whitney’s direction! When she saw the mouse on her shoulder, the terrified woman went pale and instantly began shrieking! Alas, the mouse slipped into her clothes, and she ended up squirming around so much that she ended up falling right into the pool behind her…!

Just moved to stand before her, legs planted wide apart as he said, “Master O’Grady, what do we do to this little Pet?” The Irishman had been staring in shock and stammering out some apologies. But now, he gleaned the look on his brother’s face and beamed. He raised his body and stood before the little figure kneeling on the carpet. “Ah…now there’s a thought, eh Saint?” he grinned. The Masters bent down and lifted the tearful Pet to her feet, hauling her into their arms in an awkward embrace. “We wanted to promise solemnly,” began St Just, and the Irishman continued,

"I think I could live here happily with Petra." Petra scoffs loudly. "You were not invited to live here." I cannot help but giggle at Petra. I was hoping that she would play along with my bluff. Osiris is looking at me with a gleam in his eye. He knows that I was bluffing. "Are you ready to go home, Mighty Mouse?" He says. “Yes,” I huff. I hand my yarn and knitting needles to Petra, but she waves me off. “Keep them,” she says quietly. “You made need them one day.”

It was the one little friend that didn’t argue, didn’t shout, and never made him feel alone. To Jamie, Chippy was more than a pet. He was family. Lena, on the other hand, had never liked the hamster. From the moment she came into the house and saw it, she rolled her eyes at the idea of having “a rodent” in her clean home.

“Then why are you so hesitant to tell me?” Kate looked away from his deep brown eyes that she thought was going to swallow her any minute from now as she thought of an excuse to make. “I was thinking of a pet I had back home” The pet she was talking about was her cute white furry dog, fluffy. Whenever things was hard for her back there at the club, fluffy would always come and comfort her rubbing her head against the length of her legs. This was the first time since she’d escaped that she thought back to that hell hole she’d ran away from. Now that she thought about it, John was so much like fluffy.

“I just know that the house is too empty when you aren’t there with me.” The house. I repeat silently, my heart squeezing painfully. So, it was just the house you wanted to fill and not that void in your heart that my mother left. “You should get a pet then.” My voice comes out much harsher than I mean it to be, but I’m angry. I’m angry that he keeps confusing me. He keeps making me think that I’m not alone in my need for him. He keeps making me hope that even if we share my mothers heart and memory we can somehow manage to be together like I always dreamed.

he says with a smile as a question popped into my mind. "I actually have a question, do mice drink milk?" I ask it was the question I told Blake I'd have to get back to him on, Ink gives me a weird look as Anthony walks back out the basement handing something over to Ink, he quickly takes it sending me a quick wave before walking out the kitchen.

Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite. Pete slammed the laptop shut. It was official, he was crazy. What was he even thinking about? That Frank was a werewolf? No, that was crazy. 'Oh goddess' was probably from a movie or something. That was it. His phone buzzed. ♠️ Frank: Hey Petey👅 😈: Hey ♠️ Frank: no grandpa teasing? Petey👅 😈: oh silly me, I forgot ♠️ Frank: want to come over, I want to see you

“She’s hopped, skipped, danced, and crawled, though.” Jack’s smile widened and I lost the battle. “I approve,” he said. “Kid’s got pizazz.” Before I could reply, something nudged me from behind. I gasped, giving Jack an outraged look. He lifted both hands in the air. “Not me. Meet Mousse.” He tilted his head down to indicate a sleekly muscled brown and white pit bull at the end of a leash. “Like the dessert, not the animal.” He reached down to pet the dog. “Apparently, he’s forgotten his manners. Mousse, what did I tell you about greeting the ladies that way?”

And there she is now, being nuzzled by her two little boys under their night ceiling. "I love mice, Mama! They're so cute and fluffy! They can cook too! Can i have a pet like them?" There's little Blake said. He was just a cute seven year old that time. He was left in awe when he heard that mice can cook like how the book described them. "Hmm, let me think about that. Hmmn, maybe?" Yeri said, playfully raised her brows only to be hug by her ever so sweet Blake, which she gladly takes.