Human Pets Stories Novels & Stories

They met Lipe on the way, already dressed in a yellow T"shirt and sneakers. There were a few houses, not all alike along the way, some with the lights on and movement inside, others with no movement at all and the lights off. Walking slowly, Clara found some dogs loose, as well as cats too. Lipe and Megan stopped to pet the animals, who waved their tails and the cats ran their bodies along her legs in a sign of recognition. " Whose animals do they belong to? " asked Clara, also crouching down and playing with them. " This big boy here is Cilmo's," said Lipe, referring to the little mongrel dog that was on his back getting caresses on his tummy. " That little squirrel running is from Nica. Yo

“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…

It was a sight that never failed to take my breath away. As we settled down by the fire, the pups nestled close to me, their eyes wide with anticipation. "Tell us a story, Selene! Please?" they pleaded, their voices blending in a chorus of excitement. I couldn't resist their eager pleading, and soon I found myself weaving a tale of adventure and heroism, my voice rising and falling with every twist and turn. The pups were entranced, their imaginations soaring as they listened to my every word.

I was thinking of what to say to rectify the situation when he asked, "So, you want to come with me and have a little adventure?" "Not really." I wrinkled my nose and pouted. "It's just that we've been apart for so long, and I miss you." "Are you that clingy?" Sean sighed. His expression seemed slightly troubled, but his demeanor was gentle, so my request didn't really upset him. "In that case, next time, I'll have my secretary notify you," he said, playfully scratching my chin as if teasing a pet. I didn’t think it was a bad idea to be his pet because pets belonging to wealthy individuals often enjoyed much better lives than people from less affluent backgrounds.

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.

Crouching down, the middle aged woman caressed her. “She would make a good pet.” The men looked at each other. Who would want a pet as scary and big as that? The woman didn't turn to look at them, “People keep strange creatures as pets.”She chuckled, clearly amused by their reaction even though she wasn't looking, “Possums, pythons, you name it. People pet them all.” “Rumor has it that she is a family… pet.” One of them informed. “Told you.” She deadpanned.

"So what's it going to be, little one?" "I'm not negotiating with a psychopath. " "Wrong answer love, " He gestures to one of the Wolf's and the creature moves forward salivating at the sight of the child. The boy screams and my heart practically jumps to my throat. "Okay, okay, " I shrieked, waving to Ragna who was beside himself with amusement. "Call off your pets first, " He whistled and the animal moved backwards growling in displeasure. Sadist. "He's not a pet. Believe it or not they were humans once. Just lost their sanity and anything else that came with being human after awhile. "

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.

“I’ve not always been... decent to you. But I see now… you’re not someone to be dismissed.” Martha tilted her head. “Because of what I am?” “No,” he replied, quickly. “Because of how you’ve carried it.” She gave a small nod. “Thank you.” There was a quiet moment. “I hope we can start over,” Lorenzo added. “We’ll see,” Martha replied, before walking past him, her voice low. “Starting over takes more than words.” Training began a few days after her transformation. Alessia led her into the forest, where the moonlight barely touched the ground. “The wolf is awake,” she said. “Now you must learn to keep it on a leash.”

she replied. "And what story is that?" I asked him. "Uncle James told me the story when he came after little brother was born, he told me the story about a human and a wolf in love but their love eventually failed, the human died." Cassandra replied and both I and Mantha needed no one to tell us what story she had been told. It was clearly the story of James and Cassie. "That is such a nice story but still you should not disturb little brother's sleep, just wait till he grows up to be able to understand all you say perfectly. wait till then before you tell him your stories."