Lil Petey Dog Man Novels & Stories

"Murphy, Tyson. Could you please tell me that my eyes are not wrong? Is that really Leo? The man who is dragging the dwarf dog." He asked and laughed, couldn't help himself. "Um ... Yes, boss. And it is not a dwarf dog, boss. It's called a Yorkshire Terrier puppy." Murphy replied with a modest smile. "Whatever. Tyson, drive to stop in front of them now." Bernardo ordered. Tyson followed the boss' order immediately. Tyson stopped near the pavement not far from Leo and his people. "You two wait for me here." After finished ordering, the door opened and the tall nice-built body stepped out.

A man with moustache and beard bent over under the bed. “Come here, little doggy. You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday night.” A pair of violet eyes stared back at the man’s onyx eyes. The gaze was droopy. There was no excitement at all in them, and the little creature looked tired. He reached out to the puppy slowly with his gloved hand. “Come on.” He smiled, trying to be friendly so that the cute puppy wouldn’t be afraid of him and would want to come out.

"I didn't take you as the small dog kind of man." "He's so ugly he's cute, ain't he? This is Pip. He's Scarlett and Cole's. Little demon's an escape artist so we try not to leave him alone. If you want to pet him just know you're in danger of being licked." That earned a chuckle from her, chasing away the last of that scowl. She lifted her hand and gave Pip's bobble-like-head a pat. Benji watched the top of her head as she devoted a few moments to the overly eager dog.

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

❤ Feels so warm and comfy! Suddenly, the imposing man once again flipped to be very docile, dotingly looking at the two slender arms hugging his. How could he even have the time to care about some rabid dog barking annoyingly? Yet this fool Peyton was really as blind as a bat, not seeing the amnesty he was given, he turned even more lived due to being disregarded. “Who do you two cocksuckers think you are?!? You think this daddy will just let you off if you stay quiet?!?”

He was no dummy. "Lila, shift and explain yourself, now!" Lee was furious. Her Betas should have better control than that. She couldn't believe Lila would do something like that just because she wanted to fuck some new male. The blond wolf lingered near the male, sniffing his body and licking the sweat off his chest. He stared into her eyes. "Lila, now." The wolf slowly backed away and shifted, her long blond hair billowing around her as she came back into her human form. One of the male Betas threw her some sweats from the nearby cabinet. They started to slip out of the room one at a time. None of them wanted to be around to hear Lila's punishment. Nathan's guards waited outside the door, b

Or was he always with them or was he a demon himself? “Baby you know that it had to be Petey. That fool is always up to no good, and if there were any reward for you, he would be there in a second.” Jared said looking Sage dead in the eyes. They had finally figured out, that Petey was still a weasel, even as a demon. And now Legion. Was Catlin apart of Legion? And what the hell do they want? Or was it a he? No matter Jared knew what he had to do for her.

"Right. Well, he lives in California and his kid is allergic to dogs so they can't take him." After minutes of silence passes between us, an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, arrives with a pet carrier in hand. As soon as the dog spots him, he leaps back into Cassandra's arms, as if she is his safety net. "A Papillion," the gentleman states, pointing at Piggy. He's clearly been doing this a long time to just be able to name a breed by looking at it. "What's going to happen to him?" Cassandra's voice is full of concern.

“Calm down.” He drew his hands closer to me and I could almost bite them but I practically froze in disbelief when he began to softly pet my fur, despite the fact that not much of my fur was visible due to the way the man had me pinned. I examined the man, still in this disbelief. They had ambushed me for half an hour, chased me halfway through no man's land, dug me out of the ground, pinned me tightly so that I couldn’t shift and escape, then one of them told me to calm down? Go easy? What the hell was wrong with these guys?! I made a low growl, low enough to still allow the man to pet my fur. He blinked in surprise. "Wow, this kid has a lot of soft furs."

Lincoln is doing the small thing that small dogs do when small dogs are happy to see the man they belong to, in the way that small dogs are happy to see men. I close the door. I stand in the doorway. I do not move. Aiden. He does not look up. He is looking at Lincoln. He is petting Lincoln with one hand. His other hand is at his side, palm down on the floor, the way a man puts his hand on a floor when the man needs the floor to hold him up. Aiden. What is wrong. He does not answer. He pets Lincoln. He does the small thing of a man petting a small grey dog on the floor of an apartment, in the way that men pet small gray dogs on floors when men have come home from hospitals and could not get a