Jenna Marbles Dogs Novels & Stories

Bianca and Gunnar went behind the trees to remove their clothes and shift when they got outside. Bianca had seen Conan the day Omar planned to attack Last Moon. This would be the first time he and Gunnar saw Jenna. After shifting, Jenna stepped out of the trees, shyly looking at the large black wolf in front of her. Conan couldn't believe his eyes. Jenna wasn't your normal brown wolf like he'd expected. She was snow white with dark grey paws, tail, and ears. He'd never seen such a beautiful wolf.

That’s staying. “Hey, buddy,” Colton says, voice about a pitch higher than normal. It’s giving guilty golden retriever. His face is flushed, and I silently high-five myself for that little victory. Time to redirect the brother radar. “Where’s Jenna?” I ask quickly. “Seriously, Trent. She looks like a Disney princess and a P*******t board had a baby. She’s glowing. You sure she’s not secretly royalty?” It works. Trent’s chest puffs with pride like he won the jackpot—which, in fairness, he did.

Frightened, Miya scrèamed, dropped all the bags of presents, and ran. She was soon surrounded by the big and unfriendly dogs, all barking at her. She was almost in tears. Seeing how scared Miya was, Xenon finally shouted at the dogs. "Tod, sit down." The leading Tibetan Mastiff sat down, and the rest followed. Miya heaved a sigh of relief. "Come over," Xenon shouted, and all the dogs went to him, wagging their tails happily. Jameson stood by the door, smoking and watching, one hand in his pocket, looking rather

Marcus held up a pretty pink leather collar with silver letters that read “Daddy’s Girl.” “On your knees, princess.” Jenna dropped instantly, heart racing. Marcus fastened the collar around her slim neck. It felt perfect — snug, warm, claiming. Damien clipped a little silver bell to it. “Now you’re officially ours tonight,” Damien said, tilting her chin up. “Say it.” “I belong to my Daddies,” Jenna whispered, cheeks flushed. Marcus smiled. “Good girl.” They bent her over the back of the wide couch, skirt flipped up, ass and pussy completely exposed. Marcus knelt behind her first and spread her cheeks.

She loitered around the store, for a couple of minutes, until Jenna, the supermodel pet store owner came out from behind the door and approached her. "Can I help you find something?" Jenna asked with a sweet voice, like that of a little girl trapped in a woman's body. "I'm just looking. Actually, I'm thinking about getting a dog," Cassie said, remembering the puppy in Daniel's photo. "We have the cutest little Labrador puppies. Did you see them yet?" The tone of her voice rose higher with little girl enthusiasm. "No, I must have walked right by them." Cassie followed Jenna to the puppies on the other side of the store, trying to be cool, but she was pretty sure she was digging herself a hole

“Apparently, my niece is a tiger with better taste than I have.” Jenna, meanwhile, was already on the phone with Marydel, pacing lightly in the corner. “Hello? Marydel, I need your help. It’s about Tiara.” “Oh! Hi, Jenna!” came Marydel’s bright voice from the other end. “Is she shedding again? I thought the hypoallergenic filter fixed that.” “No, it’s not that,” Jenna said, lowering her voice. “She just called Rex... papa.” There was a pause. Then Marydel squealed in excitement. “That’s amazing!”

“And I’m happy to help any way I can. You just say the word, and I’m there.” “Well, Winnie’s with the puppies right now,” Marjorie said. “Why don’t you keep some of the older dogs company? They don’t always get the same attention as the little ones, and I think they deserve it just as much.” “Of course they do,” Yara agreed, and she nodded toward the door. “This way?” “That way,” Marjorie said. “Come on. I’ll show you.” With everyone else out of the room, I snuck behind the counter and stole a little kiss from Raina.

Jenna says quietly. A wolf not able to shift into their wolf. How would that work? Would it drive them both crazy? “Do not think like that Jack,” Jenna says as if she can read the emotions on my face. “Stay positive her wolf will return and will heal the damage,” Jenna says before yawning once again and closing her eyes. “She is strong, her wolf is strong. Believe in them Jack,” she says before she slips into a deep sleep in Adam’s arms. Sarah POV

“You should totally come check out the new cat I adopted. Her name’s Marbles…because she has heterochromia… and she is the best thing to ever exist!” “Allister..” I sighed, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m talking about Marcus, the new dog sitter, who apparently is now a cat sitter, and a bird sitter; also knowing you, he’ll probably have to learn to be a bird whisperer as well. You know, the one Grandma got you…where is he?”

POV: Adrian Vale The car is mine. I drive fast. Not reckless. Fast enough. Mara sits beside me. Silent. Her hands grip the door handle. White knuckles. Fear or anger. With her, sometimes they are the same. "Jenna," she says into her phone. "Status?" She listens. Her jaw tightens. "Three trucks. Professional movers. Cataloging everything." She looks at me. "Daniel has a clipboard. Like inventory." "Police?"