Human Pets Novels & Stories

I perked up a bit as I turned my head slightly to watch Hope jumping into a small sand dune. “In a sense yes. An AI program is constantly evolving and adapting. Yet there are certain things I made sure that they couldn’t learn. If a player is mean to their pet, they will be banned from having a pet and the pet will be reassigned. If a player doesn’t wish to interact with it, the pet will simply appear when they are needed.” “Where do they go when they aren’t being used?” The idea of other pets just wandering around aimlessly didn’t sit well with me. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that they were just computer programs.

“She killed him! I swear she did!” “Your mom was banished because of you!” “You’re responsible!” “Your father hates you!” “I, Logan Paulo, reject you, Martha Howard, as my mate!” The words kept resounding, slicing through my mind until my head spun. I gripped a nearby table for support, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I hate them and most importantly my wolf. It was never there when I needed it, only surfacing during moments of danger before receding again, leaving me more broken than before.

Well, I'm not bragging but when it comes to good looks his shithead is nothing compared to my ass, I mean how much more if it was my face as a basis of comparison? I don't know what it is but for some reason, I felt a sense of responsibility to the poor innocent lives, so I snap my fingers and summon my hellhounds. They are my loyal pets. They have this mangled black fur, glowing red eyes, super strength and speed, and ghostly or phantom characteristics. Pretty cool isn’t it? With a simple snap of fingers and a distinct whistle, they instantly come to me and for more than a century of having them as my pet, just now I realized that they all have a foul odor, so disgusting I can't bear to get

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.

She shared a bowl of her breakfast with the red furry animals and gave them each an apple. She actually bought three fox bowls eating containers so when these animals dropped in to join her she could easily feed them. She might not have pets inside her house although most of the people in the village appeared to have their own dogs—a wolf, a terrier, or a retriever at sight; the villagers all seemed to have a special liking to dogs when they happened to be werewolves themselves, but Adrienne, she had found pets in the presence of the red foxes that never failed to visit her in the morning and stayed with her to just lounge around and laze in her back porch in the afternoons.

Even though I wasn't totally aware before that there was a pandemic going on, even when I was still working and utterly unaware of what was going on around me, I knew for a fact that when the virus first spread, people, swarmed the shops in frantic mobs, wrecking as much as they stole. I tightened my hold on my baseball bat and gazed down and up each one of the twelve racks, looking for any indication or trace of disturbance. A low growling sound reached my ears, and I began to back away from the final row. Of course, I couldn't tell if it was a rotten or a dog. In any case, I recognized I was in big danger. Since the epidemic spread and humans began to die, all of the home pets have returne

Kohn finishes, and I realize my mouth is hanging open. "So you guys are born animals," I ask, and he nods. "Yup. That's why the female human servants aren't allowed outside. It isn't because we just want you all stuck inside. It's because the pups are out there. If they sense weakness, they attack. They behave much like an actual pack. Currently, they are a little wild because they don't have an Alpha pup or Beta pup to lead them....but yeah. All our children run wild, until their tenth birthday. So when you look at us and see a man or woman....remember we started as animals," Kohn finishes, and my mind races with the new information.

The look of abject disgust when he found the shorts was comical. “You want me to style her?” His Beta asked. His disbelief was clear and present. They didn’t treat pets in a fair manner. Pets were the ones who did the tasks no one else would. They were the ones others took sick pleasure in mistreating. Hence, why did Raven try to be nice to Hilary at first?

Its inquiry was answered as soon as Herschel yelped at the top of his lungs, “Owwww! Stupid dog—why are you—argh! This hurts! Let me go! Let me gooooo!” When it came to setting someone up, humans would always be infinitely better at it than dogs. This little b*tch thought it could set Javier up, huh? Then Herschel could do the same. It was fair game! This dog might be sapient, but was it capable of human speech? Ha! Javier was a master of setting people up. He had never lost to a human—let alone to some four-legged tail-wagger. Step aside, con-dog! Humans are just built differently—and Javier was the most different and special of them all!

She doesn't like strangers, especially strange men. The Humane Society had informed me that she had been abused by her previous owners and the man was particularly cruel to her. Often hitting and kicking her whenever she got in the way. Fluffy my 8 year old Samoyed, is my best friend in the world. Sure, I have human friends, but she could never be replaced.