Life Of Pets Max Mga Nobela at Kwento

my body fell to the chair in weakness. How did I end up kissing my pet? I knew I did once but that was to scare her off, so how the hell? God damn it!! “When you are done getting your explanation from her, also tell her to fucking stay off you. I might indeed end her life without your knowledge the next time,” Max stated before storming out of the office. Fuck!!!

His glasses rest on the desk beside an open folder filled with reports, photos, and her name—Fallon Kingsley… Sherah Hawke. He stares at the open page without really seeing it. “I should’ve known.” “How could I not have known?” “What kind of a friend am I?” His voice cracks on the last word. He leans back, exhaling through his nose, and rubs his temples. The quiet creak of floorboards pulls him from his thoughts. Soft, deliberate footsteps. He glances toward the study door. There he is—Max, his aging German Shepherd, stepping into the room with all the grace of a soldier long retired. His muzzle is gray, his steps slow, but his eyes are sharp.

"You piece of shit." Max shrugged. "You can call me whatever you want. My plan was genius. Too bad you were too caught up in your ideas of a fantastical life." He shook his head again. "The funny part is that your mate is just as powerful as you are, maybe even more, because she can actually control her wolf. She managed to seize the two packs I'd planned for you to seize. But of course, she's just as stupid as you are. Jeez. What is with you people and wanting a simple life? No ambition whatsoever. Barf." "Insult my mate again—"

“You're never going to believe it!” My frown deepened. “What's happening?” “Max has completely gone nuts! He went out with Finn about an hour ago and came back with a brand new red Porsche, fitted with a car seat for Finn at the back seat. It's such a beautiful car.” I shook my head, hardly believing it. “Is this some sort of joke?” “I wish it was a joke too, but it's fucking real. He told Finn that instead of going on walks, he could take him on long, soothing rides round the city and they'd get to see a lot of interesting places.”

Max, sensing her emotions, nuzzled her hand again, as if to say, "I'm here for you, Emily. Always." Emily smiled, knowing that she was home, not just physically, but also emotionally and spiritually. She was exactly where she was meant to be, surrounded by the love and support of her furry companion, Max. As the sun set, Emily settled in for a cozy night at home with Max. She made a cup of tea, and snuggled up on the couch with her loyal companion by her side.

“They’ve got powerful protection of their own. Nothing will happen to them, or to me.” I felt my body begin to warm all over, and when I looked down at my hand, I was casting a soft purple glow. Seeing this, the guys stepped aside and allowed me to move up to Max. At this point, his chest was barely moving at all. He probably had less than a minute of life left in him. I sat on the ground and placed his huge head on my lap. His muzzle was right next to my belly, but I knew my babies were safe. I stroked his head and watched his rib cage make one final rise and fall before it stopped for good.

“I’ll go check on her.” But I couldn’t stay still. My feet were already moving, carrying me toward her as she knelt beside her beloved pet. Ryan followed close behind, his expression grim. I said softly, kneeling beside her. “I’m so, so sorry.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears and anguish. “Why would someone do this?” she cried, her voice breaking. “Max never hurt anyone! He was a good dog—he didn’t deserve this!” I reached out to comfort her, but my hands were shaking too much. The sight of Max lying there, so lifeless, made my stomach churn. The world felt like it was spinning out of control, and I had to force myself to stay grounded, to not let the panic overwhelm me.

I know it will get back to Max that I’m making demands and hopefully get me on his good side and I can get info out of him before I get out of here. “Fine, I’ll ask, but no promises. You’re one of Max’s prized possessions, he may not let you out on a leash unless he’s the one holding it.” He says locking eyes with me, like he’s trying to send me a message telepathically. I nod, and he closes the door. Fantastic, Max wants me as a pet. ___ Leah’s POV

*** Rae After dinner filled with delicious lobster and tension, Max sighs heavily as he sets his beer bottle down. "All right, let's get to know each other," he starts, his focus on the beer. "What was your first pet," he asks. "Never had one," I answer. "No shit? No wonder you're taking pictures of stranger's dogs," he chuckles. I roll my eyes but he's right. My mother didn't have time for a puppy, and Quinn hates dogs. "What about you?" I ask. "I had a pet lizard name Boba," he smirks, as if he's remembering his pet like it was yesterday.

yes, I want to hold one on my aged hands "Mrs Sarah said smiling out tears "Come on mom, you are not old yet.. " Max said, smiling happily at his mom.. "So how is Alex your boss doing.. "Mrs Sarah asked "he's not the boss again ,we change our position.. " max said taking a sit close to his mom "really!! But why? " "he's also looking for a true lover.. Mom.. " max explained "don't you think it's high time you tell him your REAL IDENTITY "Mrs Sarah said in fear