Human Pets Novels & Stories

I winced, remembering the whole plague-potion fiasco and the shameful role I played. “They would be more open to relating with you,” Andrea continued. “Many of them employ humans; some have pack members who married humans like Bella’s mother. I need to know if any of those people have gone missing recently.” I nodded. “You’ve got it.” She nodded, standing. I stood, too, and felt that overwhelming urge to go to her. “We’re not taking your pet,” Andrea announced. I sighed. “She’s not a—” “She’s a glorified golden retriever,” Andrea said as she walked to the door. “Leash her, or—”

“Pet show? What’s a pet show? I can clearly hear human voices, not some animals barking or anything.” She looked at me in surprise before bursting out laughing. “Let’s say these pets are male humans. Their families have a thing for fetching young, beautiful, and feminine males to keep as pets. And now these pets—you can clearly hear them fighting. They’re fighting for their master’s affection and favors.” She explained it all casually, like it was normal. I frowned, her words hardly making sense at first. Hold on… my eyes widened in shock at the realization. Kingsley can’t possibly be…

The big birds are flapping their wings to greet their owners. "This is Pee and Chu. They are our pets!" The two young servants introduce the struthios to the frozen Aria of the moment. Her eyes are almost popping out from shock and is left speechless. She didn't know that these servants are allowed to take in pets as their own in Neitheria. "I-I didn't know you're allowed to pet this gigantic creatures!" she exclaims in amusement. Aria touches the beak of one of them and totally feel in love with them.

I nod slowly and look past her, trying to get a better peek at the person in the pavilion. She always talks about a pet she used to have, but she never says what kind of pet it was or exactly what kind of accident it had. Werewolves rarely have pets because our wolves see them as prey. Maybe Dario rolled the dice and got her a puppy? Knowing Dario, I probably don’t want details.

"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