Human Pets Stories Novels & Stories

He is just wearing shorts, his chiseled abs on display. What the hell did they put into the water in this universe? “Hu… Yes, I guess so,” I answer sheepishly, my eyes jumping back and forth between the huge wolf and the broadly-shouldered man. “Must be the bloodsucker’s little bitch,” another one jokes as he steps out of the woods. “I am astonished that pets are allowed to leave the house.” Laughter resounds all around me, and I realize that there must be others surrounding me. “I’m not a pet. I’m a beloved,” I retort stupidly, rolling back my shoulders, and they laugh again.

I said excitedly. “Well, it seems your owner is nowhere to be found. Well, from today, you become mine.” I said triumphantly when I noticed that no one was coming for him and that was the beginning of my lovely ride and relationship with dogs. *** “And there is the story of how a little furred animal became my best friend and favorite pet in the whole wide world.” I finished up, ending my story at the exact point I had ended it with Blake. “Oh my, that was such a touching story.” Mr. Michigan said after a few seconds of deep silence from everyone gathered around me.

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 could leave the cafe at their own will and they would come back safe and sound. Allana felt her heart was being rubbed by feathers when the dog blinked his eyes at her as if seducing her and whimpered as if wanting her to pet him again. "Damn he is like a doll! Aus! he is freaking adorable!" TBC Maple Writes (Disclaimer: the conversation is from English and I google translated it into Korean so forgive me if it's not that accurate. Hopefully, everyone will be patient and continue reading my work. Looking forward to finishin

she asked, casually referring to him as a serial killer like it was nothing serious. “I don’t and cannot speak for all of the murderers in the world. I think it all depends. Maybe some of them actually have pets. I like birds…sometimes when they’re quiet. You are not a fan of pets, too. You even included it in your house rules…you don’t like dogs.” They were the same. Una sighed and looked away.

“I hate you. You almost gave me a heart attack tonight.” I considered going home, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I hung out in the waiting room, watching people bringing in their dogs and cats. One woman had a cat that’d gotten run over by a car, poor thing; another woman brought in her dog who’d eaten some old Valentine’s Day chocolate. Right as the woman was telling the receptionist the story, the dog puked what I assumed was the chocolate all over the white tile. I’d just dozed off in my chair when a hand touched my shoulder. “Dani?”

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.

But that's silly, humans and dogs are very different species. The pet store is on the horizon, the large sign reads 'Pete's Pet Rescue.' The name is deceiving. The animals at Pete's need to be rescued from their animal prison. I am pretty sure they don't feed them properly there. But since Cody and I are fourteen and thirteen, we don't have our driver's license and walking was the best we could do. As for 'Pete's Pet Rescue' it's the closest pet store we can get to by foot.

"Oh, what can I do for you?" With shaking hands, Anne took her cell phone out of her bag. Aria glanced at how Anne was struggling with her fragile body. Anne showed a photo of a puppy from her cell phone “This is my pet dog, he is my best friend, his name is Plum. I had just gotten into the elevator, and noticed that Plum had fallen behind. What should I do? I went back downstairs, but I can't find it anymore!” Aria was touched to see the look on Anne's desperate face. Sje felt the anxiety that Anne felt. In her youth, Aria also had a pet. It's a parrot type bird, and it was kidnapped by someone who is not responsible.

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

Not from anyone. “Tell me, Jude,” Veyren pressed, raising his voice so all could hear. “Does your pet speak? Or is he only decoration?” My face flushed hot. I opened my mouth, but Jude’s hand tightened on my shoulder before I could speak. “He speaks when he wishes,” Jude said calmly, eyes never leaving Veyren’s. “And when he does, I listen.” A ripple of unease followed. A few of the Lords laughed again, but not all. Selene’s eyes lingered on me, hawk-sharp and unreadable.