Human Pets Stories Novels & Stories

My arms and legs were as weak as noodles. Meanwhile, Darren looked perfectly fine and kept leaning in for more kisses. "No, get off! Stay away from me!" I sounded fierce, but in his eyes, I probably looked like a bluffing little wildcat. And I saw him having a reaction again. Panicked, I cried and told him to stop, but he dragged me back into bed all over again. Pet-sitting a wolf was exhausting, but honestly, it felt pretty amazing, too!

That wisdom tooth ended up growing crooked because I never saw a dentist. The kitten died in my arms. The household staff looked at me with pity. Antonio would send the latest dresses and jewelry from every season to the villa without delays. But everything was locked up, and I wasn't even allowed to touch them. It was laughable. While Mom lay dying, I was writing out a long letter just to request permission to leave the house. Elena glanced at it for a second and rejected it. "You need to apply three working days in advance to go out. You'll have to wait three days."

◇DON POV◇ I don't know why this I feel something different towards this little lamb she is clumsy, naive, imperfect still she is pure and innocent I still can't understand how come my pets didn't harm her usually it never happened before they harm anyone unless untill I order them to not to harm but it's quite different towards her their rage increases when someone gets scared of them but the more she is getting scared the more they're acting nice to stop her getting scared for a second I felt my pets were dogs or cats by seeing the way they're with her they're acting like they know her very well from a long time

“No.” He poured it anyway, a delicate, almost ceremonial gesture, then began like he’d been rehearsing the story his whole life. "There was once a girl," he said, "born with blood in her mouth. Not literally, of course. But close. Let’s call her… E.” My stomach knotted. “She was just two when the pets began to disappear. Rabbits, cats, songbirds. All vanished. Who would suspect a child? Then at seven, her father gifted her a dog..."

“Then why are you so hesitant to tell me?” Kate looked away from his deep brown eyes that she thought was going to swallow her any minute from now as she thought of an excuse to make. “I was thinking of a pet I had back home” The pet she was talking about was her cute white furry dog, fluffy. Whenever things was hard for her back there at the club, fluffy would always come and comfort her rubbing her head against the length of her legs. This was the first time since she’d escaped that she thought back to that hell hole she’d ran away from. Now that she thought about it, John was so much like fluffy.

That the dragons didn’t just like shiny things like gold or jewels, but they would swoop down and take unruly pups and lock them away in their lairs for all eternity, never to be seen again. I shudder at the stories, the old wive’s tales and they were just that, stories. Even though we have been here a few hours, I can honestly say I’m in awe of these people. They are kind, gentle and loving. The way they have welcomed us is astonishing. Never judge a book by it’s cover springs to mind.

the journalist began, “you’ve been through an extraordinary ordeal. Can you tell us, in your own words, what happened?” Brianna took a deep breath, and began to speak. She spoke of her love for Phoenix, of the joy and the pain they had shared. She spoke of the shooting, of the fear and the trauma. She spoke of the National Informer, of their threats and their intimidation tactics. She spoke of her struggle to break free, to reclaim her voice.

She had greeted a man who was visibly pale and shaking as he led a border collie into the centre. “I-I...we can’t afford the mortgage,” he stammered as he fought to hold back the tears. “And we can’t find anywhere to rent that takes pets so…” He let the sentence hang. “Don’t worry,” Carine had managed in a thick voice. “This kind of thing happens more often than you think. I just need you to fill in these forms,” she had added, her voice rising to a squeak as her throat closed. “Um, Laura?” She had called friend and bolted for the toilet again.

Excruciating, dreadful pain. As soon as Helion walked in, the dogs desisted from their meal and walked to his side. They purred around him like cats did, begging for his attention. He gave it to them, rubbing their furry heads and bodies. After a few seconds of running his fingers through their fur, he snapped his finger and they returned to mercilessly devouring the man's insides. “These are my pets.” He muttered casually. “If you're scared they'll come after you, they won't.”

I have been married to Paolo for five years now, but never did he give me flowers or cake or anything on our anniversary. Just problems. We are poor, well not something like the poorest of the poor, but we are poor. There were months when we couldn’t pay our electric bills, water bills, and any other bills that we have to pay. And now, Paolo gambled our residence house and lot, leaving us both homeless. Fuck life. So we had to ask for help from his family. And I have to find a job that pays well.