Human Pet Stories Novels & Stories

I'm thinking of making a new story as a sequel from a small part of " Wolf's Pet " what do you guys think? .......🥳 Anyway I'm required to post 500 words so this next part is just gonna be nonsense 😂 🎶 I wish you merry Christmas I wish you merry Christmas I wish you merry Christmas I wish you merry Christmas I wish you a Merry Christmas I wish you a Merry Christmas I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year but a la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la the tightings we bring to you and your kin we wish you a Merry Christmas and I have been New Year. we wish you a Merry Christmas we wish you merry Christmas we wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year Christmas we wish

They knew better than to cross me, the demon werewolf who had unleashed hell on both the supernatural and human worlds. "Lupo, please," Kael stammered, his voice laced with fear. "We're not here to provoke you. We've come to... beg for mercy. The latest massacre... it's the fourth time, Lupo. The packs are terrified. We're desperate to find a way to stop the bloodshed before it's too late." I sneered, my eyes blazing with fury. "Mercy? Do you speak to me of mercy? I have no soul, no conscience to guide me.

I tried to soothe her pain once. " It's ok," she whined. I knew that she was only pretending because that was such a great pain that I never wished for her to go through… " Should I continue the story or do you need a moment to cry?" She mocked me. I punched her gently as we both burst into laughter. " Continue," I told her. " So it was all good. Marco was juggling high school and mafia work but once he was in college everything changed," she said and that was when I became anxious and wanted to hear more of the story.

She stared at me until I finally looked over at her. I said, "What?" As I bit my nails. "What happened?" Kara inquired as I reclined in my chair and let out a deep sigh. "Well, would you believe it? A dog, yes, a four-legged furry creature that loves chasing its tail, suddenly turned into a human, broke a window, and went on a stealing spree. And just when you thought things couldn't get any stranger, the doggy delinquent transformed back into its original form and made a smooth exit through the very same window. Who says animals can't pull off a heist?"

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.

“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.

"That's quite original isn't it?" Harry barely gave me a glance from his position two chairs away, his demeanour souring by the minute. "You know, wolves don't huff and puff, " I continue ignoring his silent treatment. "I've met a few, I don't think they'd take too kindly to hearing their reputation as rather regal animals reduced to sulking cats. " Harry rolled his eyes. "It's called story telling. Would you rather reading a book about ripping flesh to an three year old?" " I'll rather the truth any day, " I state, skipping another page, yet bored. I hated it when Aiden left me alone. It's always taxing to deal with the expectations of humans, knowing I dislike them ever so much. "They will

I had to listen to them or else that would be rude. “Yes. Let me tell you a story about my dog. His name is Dody. We found him on a rainy night when my brother Luciano and I were coming home back. I saw him and brother Luciano rescued him and we went to the hospital and saved his life. Since then, Dody has been with me. He is my best friend,” Adelina narrated and I praised his kindness.

Her bones were sticking out in all the wrong places and she didn’t look healthy. The Pet Shop and their operations were definitely questionable if they keep their humans in such a condition. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do anything about that or launch an investigation because it was beyond my jurisdiction. It was owned, managed and controlled by the Council and with sick bastards like Akbar and Kentrell on board, it was of little wonder that they bred the humans like that. “Ellemea?” She turned to me. “Thank you.” “For?” she asked, confused at the sudden expression of gratitude.

"And I tell them stories." "What kind of stories?" Herb said. This was the part that had gotten him out of bed early on a Saturday morning (his only day off from selling mattresses the rest of the week) to come over here. Willie had mentioned stories when Herb got after him for being late coming home so often. It seemed they made quite an impression on the kid, but when Herb asked what kind of stories they were Willie clammed up. The Brookwood woman shrugged. "You know: ghost stories. The kind children like. Mostly ones my grandmother told me when this was her home. I could tell you one, if you like? So you'll see that they're not so bad."