Jenna Marbles Dog Toys Novels & Stories

Just a dull warmth, like a blanket that was too thin for winter. "Marcus," I said. "I hit his car. It was an expensive car. I don't have the money. He's giving me a way to pay it off without going to court." "By making you his doll?" His voice cracked. "What does that even mean? Elara, that's not—you can't just—" "I signed the contract." The words hung in the air. Marcus stared at me. His hands dropped to his sides. "When?" he asked. "Just now."

Even Nemo looked joyful. ‘OK! OK,’ she laughed as she fended the puppy off. ‘And I did bring some goodies back. We’ve got a new jigsaw puzzle, some Play-Doh and a book about boats. What shall we do first? Oh, and I got a plastic bone for Nemo. It squeaks when it’s chewed.’ ‘Was he difficult?’ Alex asked as she and Max sat down to a late lunch a little later. Nicky was asleep again.

Maybe it turns her off? Whenever I think about it, my throat constricts. I want to be a contender in the fight for my mate's love. 'You really think she cares?' Alastor asks. He sounds as worried as I am. 'In the future, she might,' My lips curl as I see Jenna holding up the dog towards me, laughing when it licks her face. "Look! He is harmless!" Jenna hugs the dog, nestling her cheek against the panting creature. It barks once and wags its tail, looking super happy from the received attention. "He was just angry because he wanted cuddles!"

Tiny paws scratched faintly against glass, tails thumped excitedly, and the air buzzed with low barks, soft whimpers, and the occasional curious meow. The smell was clean—shampoo, fresh bedding, and something faintly sweet that reminded me of baby powder. Shelves were neatly stocked with toys of every color imaginable: rubber bones, rope tugs, squeaky animals, tiny sweaters folded with care. Food bags were stacked like miniature towers, labels boasting health and happiness.

He is not one to show off. Finley opened up a new paintball gun and enough ammo to take out the packhouse. “Oh yeah!” He exclaims taking aim at Carter. “Not in the house,” I say without thinking. Everyone chuckled a little. “Yes Ma,” Finley jokes and puts it down. They all got the boring stuff too, socks, underwear, toothbrushes etc. But the underwear was themed to them. Anderson got Minecraft, Carter Superheroes, and Finely Dinosaurs. “Luna,” Everly exclaims as she opens a necklace I got her. “Thank you so much.”

Nevina exclaims, rushing toward her. “Actually,” Luna begins with a grin, “meet Marble. Callum got him for you.” She crouches down, opening the carrier, and a tiny, wobbly puppy stumbles out straight into Nevina’s hands. Nevina squeals with delight, clutching the small bundle of fur to her chest. “Oh my gosh! He’s so cute!” she says, her voice high-pitched with excitement as Marble snuggles into her. “Dante agreed,” I say with a small shrug. “Little Bear needs a friend.”

Her wide eyes glisten with unshed tears of joy, and my heart melts at the sight. “She’s ten,” I continue, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Jenna’s ear, “so I thought getting her an android would be the perfect way to test her responsibility. If she can take care of it for a year—keep it in good condition, feed it, and clean up after it—then she can get a real tiger cub. Isn’t that right, Lily?” “Yes, I can take care of it,” Jenna says with conviction, her voice trembling with excitement. She turns her pleading gaze to Quincy, her black curls bouncing as she shifts the cub in her arms. “Please, Mommy, talk to Daddy so he’ll let me keep the cat.”

Sure enough, by evening, Jonathan arrived as promised—his punctuality as precise as ever. Snowball, the enormous white Samoyed that Alexander had brought into her life, was lying lazily near the garden steps. When Serena tried to loop a leash around his neck to make Jonathan’s task easier, she discovered every leash in the house was far too small for the fluffy giant. “Mr. Potter,” Serena said apologetically, holding up a delicate leather strap that barely fit around her own wrist, “I’ll have someone run to the mall and buy a larger one.”

And this thing I'm wearing—a dress for dolls—is too large for my delicate little body! "Did you guys hear that?" Jenna exchanges a grin with her friends. "Her voice is so small! And look at this—" her finger lifts the dress, revealing my stomach. She pokes the little pouch, snorting in amusement. "She is still fat! Look at that belly!" Isla and Sarah laugh hysterically, and Jenna joins in with them. Their thundering voices make my heart clap inside my chest. I don't want to be this small anymore! "Hey, hey, could we hold a hamster wedding? Isla has a hamster inside her room that could be the groom!"