Human As A Pet Novels & Stories

How was it possible that a blue knot of hair could be alluring? “That is horrible. Do humans actually want sharks for pets?” She said as she finally turned to him. “In the sea, they are feared and respected. They are not very smart, but they are very vicious.” She shuddered at the memory of a close encounter with a shark she had as a child. “Mostly we just stay out of their way.” “I have never understood what humans want,” he admitted. “One thing they are damn good at,” he paused, waiting for her to ask. When she just stared at him, he sighed and continued.

“Don’t you want to see my home for yourself? I won’t ... Do anything ... Too drastic, we can just ... Talk. Besides, the heart has been lost for generations; I may need to use a new one in its replacement ... Or receive a new pet. What do you think, little girl?” The princess took a shaky breath, pushing back her fear as it began to rush forwards; almost breaking through the surface. She took another step back, her movements becoming increasingly desperate. She didn’t trust the feral man, his eyes glazing over with insanity as he watched her; mimicking her actions. “Sure, I hear that dogs are a man’s best friend. Maybe you could get one.” “I already have a dog; I treat him with amazing respe

With that, he got into his car and drove off. The woman stood there with a satisfied look on her face. “Miss Cherry. Why did you ask me to tell him we couldn’t accommodate more pets. Surely we could have taken that one. Her assistant inquired. “We’ll save that spot for dogs that need rescuing. I could tell that little puppy is in safe hands. The dog chose him himself,” she said, chuckling lightly. “He seems cold. and aloof, but that’s a man who needs something to channel his attention and love. He’s rich but empty, in need of company.

I listened to Stanlay's disturbing stories. Her voice trembled, and tears flowed like a river from her beautiful eyes. My heart broke because of her, I couldn't understand why my precious friend had to go through all that pain and suffering living among people. Our species can live with humans, but puppies need to be raised in a pack to grow strong and healthy. What makes us different, our special traits, can seem like a mental illness to people.

Four-legged animals provide people with the support they need when there's a crisis. No werewolves keep a house pet. Only human beings would do such things. "Maybe I should keep a pet at home," I said while stroking the back of Jorah. "Maybe a dog." Jorah's ears flickered and he turned his head toward me. His eyes were filled with questions. I lifted Jorah up while staring into his eyes. "Or maybe I could ask Lucas to give you to me. You'll be my pet." Jorah looked terrified and struggled to break away from me.

I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone outside of Traga that he had so many pills, apparently, it was illegal but who would I even tell? “Shouldn’t I rather see a vet?” I asked him. It seemed I had flattered him by calling him a doctor like that. His grip loosened. “We can’t let them see us like that. We are unusually large for wolves.” I rolled my eyes. He let go of my arm and folded his arms. “I’m more animal than I am human.” “You are more human than wolf. For such a thing strides have been made in studying human brains. Even if you saw a vet, they wouldn’t know how to treat your human side too.”

“I probably would have been slaving away in one of the households, too, if not for you.” I furrowed my brows, “So this slave thing is only just a human thing?” “Yes, my lady. If humans don’t serve as meals for the vampires, we end up becoming pets and sex slaves. Now, pets might almost sound fair. But from what I hear, those pets would have preferred to be tagged as enslaved people. Aside from making them crawl on their limbs like an actual animal, they are used for dangerous games that could end human life in a snap. It is not a memory to reminisce on my lady.” I could see the strain in her eyes.

Dozens of large dogs were lying around the garden in small groups, lazily sunbathing. The moment I walked in, all the dogs rushed at me as if I were a massive steak, happily rubbing against my chest. In the middle of my confusion, I felt someone pat my butt. I spun around, but there was no one there; only a silver-white Alaskan Malamute sitting behind me, staring with eyes full of possessiveness. "They all really like you. Looks like you'll do just fine taking care of them." The sudden voice startled me. A man in a tailcoat walked over with a polite smile and gave me a small nod. He looked like the owner.

I looked up and blinked. Two large, hairy dogs were standing just a few feet away. Labradors or Retrievers. Maybe a mix, but gorgeous. They weren't barking or acting aggressive, instead, they were just watching me with eyes that felt strangely friendly, almost human. I’ve loved dogs since I was a toddler, but pets were strictly forbidden at the orphanage. Now that I’m finally financially stable, I’ve been thinking about getting one. A companion, someone to dispel the quiet of my apartment, a reason to leave all the work in the office and get home.

I can never like him. I looked at the human who I had forgotten and it turns out the whole time we have been arguing the human has been looking at me like I have lost it since me and my wolf were having a conversation and we kinder have spaced out in front of him. Since I hated being in the presence of this human I let him take over so he can continue to play with the human like he is a pet. Just the thought of the human treating us as a pet infuriates me and I hope he doesn't eat dog food like others do...