Human Pets Novels & Stories

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?

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.

“No way! How long’s that been going on?” “I have no idea. They played it off when I walked in. Changed the subject.” “What’d they say?” Charlene asked. “They brought up some rule the council passed—about the hounds.” Seth shook his head. “Apparently, there are restrictions on talking animals now.” “Yeah, we already knew the hounds could talk,” Charlene said, grinning. “Remember Aerial?” ReNew nodded. “She screamed when we screamed in the catacombs.” Seth raised a brow. “She what?”

"We need to work on getting you back to your human form. I've been thinking about this, and talking to some of the humans that have joined the pack. I have some ideas. So let's see what we can do, huh?" He quickly stripped and shifted to his wolf. "Let's go for a run." His tail wagged and he playfully bumped his body into hers. He opened the door that he'd left cracked and they padded out of the room. The auburn and chocolate wolves made their way through the house, prompting nods of greeting from those they passed. "Do they know who we are?" Karen looked at the pack members greeting them as they made their way outside. "Of course they do. You will too someday. You'll get so you can recogniz

It felt safer to keep some distance until it was clear that he wouldn't lose his temper again. "Fair?" He scoffed out loud. "But isn't that what happens to pets? They get locked up in a fancy, nice cage until their owners feel like spending some time with them," he added coldly. I clenched my fists tightly. Did he just compare me to an animal? "I know I signed that ridiculous contract that made me your pet, but it's not right to actually treat me like one when I'm not," I asserted. He slapped the papers in his hand onto the table, left them there, and eased back into his seat with a deep sigh. "What happened to your manners? Do you need to be taught a lesson again?" he asked with a frown, an

She appeared a bit too nonchalant for Rachel’s liking. “This is too strange, Mikayla! This is a human being you are taking n to live with you! And as a pet! Oh my gosh! I can’t fathom the fact that you already think this is something normal and acceptable!” Rachel’s beautiful face frowned. She was clearly in distress about this and clearly against this notion of a pet. But Rachel didn’t know what had happened to Mikayla’s life with Davey in the past few days and how much joy she was having. Rachel hadn’t known that yet. And so, of course, Rachel didn’t support her stance.

Her tail starts thumping on the sidewalk and her owner smiles even wider. “She is friendly if you want to pet her. Do you have dogs?” I reach out and scratch Goldie behind the ears, loving the soft sensation of her fur. She turns her head into my hand, as if showing me the right spot to scratch, and I oblige while answering her owner. “I don't, but I wish I did. My place doesn't allow pets.” Honestly, it's one of my only complaints about where I live. The strict no pet policy might protect the landlords from unexpected stains or damage in their apartment, but it absolutely doesn't protect the mental health of their residents living there. If I want some time with pets, I come to this park so

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

All of them are trained pets so there was no fighting and they knew where to go when they needed to poop so it was not stinky and uncomfortable for people to enter. Augustine ordered their food for the day and waited patiently. Suddenly a small ball of fur walked towards them and quietly watched them converse with each other. Allana soon noticed the fur pet and squatted in front of it. “Hi there little baby” “ARF!” it barked at Allana once she noticed him. He wagged his tail after Allana rubbed his head and picked him up. There was not much of a problem since they are all clean and well taken care of so rabies and stuff was not an issue, the pets inside the cafe are all vaccinated and they c

Lola stared at the last line of the text on her phone, stating the cause of the Prime Minister's death — heart failure. Lola struggled to chew the top of the baguette with her not-so-sharp teeth, which couldn't pierce human skin. He was a beast that would stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Just like humans raising cats, they could tolerate cats knocking over cups, messing with their belongings, biting leather clothes, or even scratching them. They wouldn't abandon the cats but would continue to love and spoil them. This was human affection for pets, limited to cats that did not threaten their lives.