Human Pet Stories Novels & Stories

We have to talk about Mike Tony, don't we? This man, Mike Tony is tall and broad-shouldered but that doesn't even matter. I'm just trying to tell you every damn thing in my story. He loved pets, he even had a large dog that was always chained in his kennel, and he was the only one who didn't think I was weird by loving wolves and leopards. He didn't find it weird but he said, "You can't get one as a pet" and I would say back, "What if it is tamed?" Then, he would shake his head and say, "You're unbelievable". He always said I talked, acted and thought like a grown up and that was true, because mom said so too. He liked what I liked too and because of this, he bought and read stories about t

I closed my eyes, humming, wishing to relive our passionate and long-anticipated moment all over again. But I'd settle for a text: Me: I can't stop thinking about you. Immediately three dots bounced up and down on my screen. His Pet: Go to sleep, Catalina. My lips tug downward. Was Malcolm going to act like our kissing didn't happen? Me: Bossy, much. His Pet: I need you well-rested. We have a busy day ahead of us. Me: Oh, do we now ;) I can still feel your lips on mine. His Pet: Sweet Dreams, Catalina

The limits are limited for everyone who doesn't care what a blessing is for can't understand why they were sent into this world but because few people try this kind of stupidity we always found a new and a great story. As you can have my own example, I'm telling you the story of that one person who alone triumphs the world and also I'm telling you about the one who doesn't care about the value of human blood, or maybe he knows…,? Who knows!? Finally they reach the place where they wanted to, Jenny has something in her mind. She is thinking what if the address is not right, what if the man is the culprit who’s sitting inside in his house, and other confusing thoughts are floating in her head.

“No.” He poured it anyway, a delicate, almost ceremonial gesture, then began like he’d been rehearsing the story his whole life. "There was once a girl," he said, "born with blood in her mouth. Not literally, of course. But close. Let’s call her… E.” My stomach knotted. “She was just two when the pets began to disappear. Rabbits, cats, songbirds. All vanished. Who would suspect a child? Then at seven, her father gifted her a dog..."

It was evident in all our faces except for Noah and Sebastien, of course, who rarely show emotion, and Jacob, who had no history with Sophie. "I went there with my uncle and his worker," he said. "My Uncle started a new business and was planning to buy slaves to work in his Agk32 warehouse. I know that shit is illegal, but Uncle Timothy isn't the type to follow the law. His worker, Ethan Kane, is the one who lured me to her. She was pretty, So I..." He said and realised how fucked up what he was about to say was, and held his tongue. "She is dangerous. Don't let the blue eyes fool you. Ethan has one eye because of her," He said, and I was glad I was going to catch the Ethan bastard.

It had been five months since I arrived at this job, a job doing p**n videos. At first, the videos I made was simply finger-fucking myself without my face. But Jayson told me that the viewers were requesting to see my face. I didn’t take it but when he offered an increase, all my doubts flew away and accepted the offer. Then came another time again that the viewers wanted to see my cunt being fucked. Oh well. Jayson knew my weakness so he dropped the increase beforehand. I accepted it. My first partner? Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good.

Humans are loud. Even when they’re quiet, they’re loud. Their breathing, their shifting, their endless string of noises that don’t make sense. Purring would be easier. I purr, Ace listens. Simple. But this new human, Carolina, she doesn’t stop making sounds. Half of them are soft, soothing ones, the kind that make Ace’s shoulders unclench. The other half are sharp little bursts in a language I don’t know, though her voice rolls like silk when she uses it.

I muttered. He leaned on the bar, towel in one hand. "Then you must be furious." I didn’t answer. He took the silence as a cue to keep talking. "You know, a lot of vampires underestimate humans. Think they're soft. Easy to manipulate." "They usually are." "But every few centuries," he continued, his voice softer, "one comes along who rewrites the whole fucking story. Makes monsters nervous." I tensed. He nodded toward my glass. "And that’s why you're drinking juice instead of draining a live vein, isn’t it? Because you're not afraid of losing control. You're afraid of what you'll do if you don't."

the journalist began, “you’ve been through an extraordinary ordeal. Can you tell us, in your own words, what happened?” Brianna took a deep breath, and began to speak. She spoke of her love for Phoenix, of the joy and the pain they had shared. She spoke of the shooting, of the fear and the trauma. She spoke of the National Informer, of their threats and their intimidation tactics. She spoke of her struggle to break free, to reclaim her voice.

He said curtly and made to stand up. "I believe everyone has a story. You might look all tough and grumpy on the outside, but today proved to me that you have a human side to you. You have feelings too and the way you watch the other men play that game, tells me you also need human association. You are not an animal, Panda"