Human Pets Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I had to listen to them or else that would be rude. “Yes. Let me tell you a story about my dog. His name is Dody. We found him on a rainy night when my brother Luciano and I were coming home back. I saw him and brother Luciano rescued him and we went to the hospital and saved his life. Since then, Dody has been with me. He is my best friend,” Adelina narrated and I praised his kindness.

“I got ahead of myself because I'd manage to learn the statistics you'd been teaching me, okay? The least I can do is try to learn what a data string is so I don't look completely clueless when you're talking about your day at SiporaTech." I closed the book carefully, holding it against my chest. “You're surprisingly thoughtful and sweet.” “You didn't have to add the ‘suprisingly’ though,” he twisted his lips. “I know, just kidding,” I kissed him on the cheek. “Don't forget about your favorite idiot just because you're going to California,” he actually pouted. I didn't hear had a cute side to him. "Not possible," I murmured, leaning my forehead against his chest. "You're too annoying to forg

Elle said and Kyle came out of the kitchen and walked towards Elle. "What's the problem?" He asked "She has a nose bleed" Elle said "My Pet?" Kyle said as he turned to Eva and Elle nodded "I'm not your pet Kyle" Eva said and Kyle smiled "Okk..Since you are not my pet, stop your nose bleed yourself" He said about to walk back to the kitchen when Eva said "Fine, fine, fine. I'm your Pet" Kyle had a small smile on his face when he heard her and said "Not convincing enough". Eva sighed and said in a playful voice "I'm your Pet. Your one and only Pet". Kyle smirked and walked towards her and held her hand as he went to where he kept the first aid.

And that was why she was the first person Mikayla turned to in a time like this. “What is this pet deal about? Is this some sort of a kink? Have you slept together? Do you know anything about his background? How can you make sure that he didn’t lie to you? Oh, and how did he willing to be a pet? Have you asked his reasoning?” Her celebrity friend asked her several questions with the speed of light, and Mikayla was slowly figuring out which question to answer first. It had been days that she lived with Davey like this, and she still couldn’t get used to the concept. She didn’t know his intention, and we just went with the flow somehow.

What was so vicious about it? After catching up to Colton, Yevee picked up Jojo, the Bichon Frise she had adopted, and held it in her arms. Colton finally calmed down. “Run! Why aren’t you running anymore?” Colton replied, “Queen of the Dogs, please let me off. I won’t run anymore.” Yevee chuckled and said, “Just beg for forgiveness. I'm someone who has eight dogs and seven cats. I'm someone who has plenty of pets!”

Poppy's tail wagged with each step, a visible expression of her happiness to be by Senthaiz's side. As they ventured onward, Senthaiz couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the bond she shared with her faithful four-legged companion. Poppy, with her unwavering loyalty and unconditional love, was a constant reminder of the joy and comfort that can be found in the company of a beloved pet.