Life Of Pets Max Novels & Stories

That very day, I moved into the luxury villa. What confused me was that all the other big dogs I had seen before disappeared the moment I officially started working. And that beautiful Alaskan Malamute actually had an entire villa to himself. As Lord Allen's personal caretaker, I was assigned the second-largest bedroom, right next to the master bedroom. The room was shockingly huge. Even back when Beatrice hadn't kicked me out, and I was still a rich girl, I had never lived in a room this big.

Max laughed and then he jumped from the sofa with exaggerated excitement, his face shining enthusiastically. "You haven't seen my car yet!" Ben raised one eyebrow. "Car?" Max nodded quickly. "Yes! I have a mini Porsche! Actually there are two. One from Cece's uncle, and one from Daddy!" Ben turned to me momentarily before looking back at Max with a serious expression. "Wow. I've never seen a five-year-old own two Porsches before. Are you a kid or a car collector?" Max just laughed, ignoring his uncle's joke. "I'll get it first, Uncle Ben!"

Max slowly admitted. Teresa and Betty exchanged meaningful glances. “Honey, can you hear his thoughts?” “I do.” “Jesus!” “Why?” “Let’s get some dinner and talk about this on the Black estate. I want your grandfather to hear this before we give our diagnosis.” They ended up ordering Pizza and talking about the wolves of the past and their greatness. It was almost morning when Max woke up and they were all huddled in the blanket. She was thankful for the family she have now. Betty stirred next and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Today is her big day and she needed all the nourishment that she can get.

he asked. "Ever heard the saying, 'When the dog dies, the rabies end'?" she said, her voice full of the kind of determination that caught Liam off guard. "We have to take care of Alcott. If that dog is out of the picture, we'll finally have the freedom to be who we are and live how we want." "I know… but I don't think it's going to be that easy. This is complicated, Max. And we're alone." Max sat down in front of him and took his hand in hers.

And damn it again, I can’t tell Zach either. “He does live with me, and I promised Mom and Dad that you’d live with me too. This apartment has three rooms, and we can use them together, right?” “Are you guys gay?” I stared at them suspiciously. “Damn, I’d rather have your boobs than suck his dick, little girl.” I was speechless when I heard his answer. I felt like slapping his lips, which were now smirking at me. “Watch your mouth, you bastard!” Zach threw a pillow at Max, who caught it swiftly.

He rubbed its cheek again. Honestly, at this moment Max does look caring. Just don't let him talk because that would instantly take away his caring image. "You think I abandoned my pets? Seriously. I have enough money to take care of them." Max then pointed at all the box stalls. "They're all well taken care of, you know."

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

It was not my place. Silence pulled tight. A car honked outside. The house settled. “I can help if you want a different view,” I said. “No promises.” Zane shook his head. “You will not get it. This is Alpha stupid.” I frowned at him. “Try me.” He lifted a brow. “Fine. Max found his mate. Took her home. She met two of his past choices. They were not wearing clothes. That is the start Max gave his mate.” I stared again. Words came slow. “Right. Heard you the first time. Still bad.”

The image, teenage Daniel curled around a shedding golden retriever, did something painful and sweet to my chest. “Did you ever get another dog?” “No.” His gaze dropped to his wine. “After Max died I told myself pets were too much responsibility. Too much grief waiting at the end.” I reached across the table. Covered his hand with mine. “You’re allowed to want things that might hurt later.” He turned his hand. Laced our fingers together. “I’m starting to believe that.” The main course arrived, filet, rare, with some kind of red-wine reduction and roasted vegetables carved into perfect geometric shapes. I ate slowly, watching him.

The cat and dog, curled up in their beds, stared intently at my belly. The memory of being torn apart in my previous life hit me all at once, the pain so vivid that I could barely breathe. Driven by sheer survival instinct, I grabbed Adam's hand, my voice trembling. "Honey, we need to get rid of all the pets in this house." The tabby cat, Whiskers, and the terrier, Sunny, had been with me for ten whole years. I'd long since considered them family. Even when I first got pregnant and my mother-in-law made a huge fuss demanding we get rid of them, I refused.