House Of Mouse Pete Novels & Stories

Elle said and Kyle came out of the kitchen and walked towards Elle. "What's the problem?" He asked "She has a nose bleed" Elle said "My Pet?" Kyle said as he turned to Eva and Elle nodded "I'm not your pet Kyle" Eva said and Kyle smiled "Okk..Since you are not my pet, stop your nose bleed yourself" He said about to walk back to the kitchen when Eva said "Fine, fine, fine. I'm your Pet" Kyle had a small smile on his face when he heard her and said "Not convincing enough". Eva sighed and said in a playful voice "I'm your Pet. Your one and only Pet". Kyle smirked and walked towards her and held her hand as he went to where he kept the first aid.

Andy turned and nudged Oliver, who nudged Ashton, who shook his head and tapped me on the arm. “Mason, your pet’s talking to you." he remarked. I turned to look for her. I smiled a little, spotting her as she walked over. She had her rolled-up sleeping bag in her arms and wearing probably the least feminine outfit she could put together from my sister’s clothes. “Ain't his pet Ashton. So I suggest ya stop calling me that." Adder glared at Ashton walking up to me.

“Weak. Helpless. Pathetic.” He coughed again, desperate, but defiant. “Go ahead, Vincenzo. Kill me. You know I won’t beg.” “Oh, you’ll beg,” I whispered, letting the poker hover near his face. “But I’m in no hurry. I like to take my time.” “No! I can’t watch this! No! I’m getting out of here!” Little Mouse screamed, her eyes wide with fear. I turned to her, feeling a twisted excitement. “You don’t have a choice,” I said coldly. Venom stepped in, holding her tightly but gently, as if he knew I would lose my temper if he didn’t.

As the tears continued to fall, I fell asleep grabbing my ribs in pain. It felt like I was only asleep for a few minutes when a squeaking noise woke me up. I looked around and found a mouse in a sitting up position staring at me from the floor. I looked at it with curiosity and reached my hand with the cast on it and the mouse sniffed my bare fingers, then jumped up on my hand. I smiled and mumbled, “Looks like I have a pet. Little pet, would you help me when she comes down to beat me?” I smiled at it, petting it with my good hand. I was surprised that it hadn’t run from me and it was letting me touch it. I smiled, “You are so cute.”

My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breast which he kept on squeezing and pinching skillfully . When I had finished undressing him, he again raised me up and carried me to the couch at the side of his office. He placed me on the couch and shifted my skirt up to my abdomen. My red lace panties were right in front of him. Already soaked from my vagina juice. My smoothly shaved and wet coochie was right In front of him. He aggressively pulled the panties down to my knee. I made it easier for him by lifting myself up so he could have easy access. The satisfying smile on his face when he saw how wet I had become made my heartbeat fast.

He patted his shirt above his heart as if he needed to indicate precisely where he intended to keep the little fellow. Corey picked up a clean quill from off of the table and began to twirl it absently in his lithe fingers. “It’s a mouse, Mr. Waddlebug,” he reminded his companion. “Whatever would you want with a pet mouse?” “Plenty,” the elf assured him. “And this one is quite special. I swear he is trying to speak to me.” Laughing, Corey shook his head dismissively. “You sound almost as off-balance as the young lady we are waiting to hear from.”

It was never there when I needed it, only surfacing during moments of danger before receding again, leaving me more broken than before. I couldn’t even talk to it like other werewolves. I was defective. Wolfless. I was nothing but a pathetic Omega’s daughter. The daughter of a murderer. “Martha!” The sharp voice jolted me out of my spiral. I turned and froze. Mrs. Smith. Her sharp eyes scanned the mess—the broken displays, the scattered products, and the three girls sprawled among the wreckage. Her gaze shifted to me, and the disgust in her expression made my stomach churn.

We got down from the car and headed straight for the entrance of the old warehouse. Pete stood in front of his small band of werewolves. Apparently, he was not a joke after all if anybody could still join forces with him. I could clearly see the smug, confident look on his face as he stood there surrounded by twelve of those men that destroyed my room. “I told you to come alone,” Pete said with his arms crossed. “But I am not surprised to see that you disobeyed me. you will learn to listen by the time I am done with you.”

Sarah and Pete walked to two vacant seats around the large oval table and sat down. Hugh drew in a breath through his nose and realised the man was a wolf and the woman was the human who gave him the antidote. They took their seats and then started to look around the room. The wolf was talking to her but she could feel Hugh’s stare. She turned her head and locked eyes with him, she gave the smallest smile and an even smaller nod of her head in his direction. Hugh nodded back as the wolf looked at who she was staring at. Hugh saw her turn as the man clearly asked her who he was, she whispered something back and then the wolf looked directly at Hugh and gave a small nod of his head. Was this t