Littlest Pet Shop Blythe Baxter Novels & Stories

She took in a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but Bradley had other plans for her. His one hand slightly slipped between her things. He ran his hands up and down. They were so soft and slippery. “You love this, don't you?” He asked when he saw her biting on her lips and shutting her eyes tight. Penny looked at him briefly. “I don't,” she said stubbornly. But Bradley only chuckled. “I'll find it out,” he said and moved his hand upwards. He reached her little garden and brushed his thumb over it. Penny gasped and twitched. Bradley burst out laughing.

“Thank you.” “That doesn’t mean you won’t be seeing me from time to time,” I say, grinning. “It is the closest cafe to my office, you know. And I enjoy the baked goods and the coffee.” “I guess that’s okay.” She gives me another small smile. A sudden flurry of barking has us both looking toward the back of the shelter. Charlotte jumps to her feet, rushing toward the source of the sound. I follow her. She switches on a pair of dim ceiling lights in the furthest room in the back, revealing a line of cages. The barking seems to be coming from a cage in the corner, and after Charlotte opens it, she brings out a small puppy.

I ordered. The image pixelated for a moment before resolving with chilling clarity. It was Dalia Bluey. The black dress she was wearing earlier was rumpled, her face pale and slack with unconsciousness, and the leather bag lay lazily beside her. She hadn't returned in defiance. She had returned in collapse. “Well” I murmured, leaning back in my chair, the absurdity of it hitting me with clinical amusement. “It seems Bluey has decided to take the ‘captive employee’ option without demanding compensation first.”

Scars crossed his chest like faded runes—some jagged, some perfectly straight, old wounds from wars few remembered. When he stepped into the water beside her, the surface trembled. Heartfelt Conversation – Fears Revealed They sat half-submerged, shoulders nearly touching. Steam coiled between them, making the world feel small, intimate, untouched. Xavier broke the silence. "When did you last feel free?" Blythe exhaled slowly. "When I was ten." He looked at her. "I used to sneak into the apothecary's greenhouse," she said, almost dreamy. "Stole herbs, mixed tonics. My governess thought I was playing at royalty. But I wanted to heal things. Not rule them."

I just stared blankly at the man holding me. He was six feet three with black hair and blue eyes, looking unbelievably handsome. It was the man from the bathroom that I had seen only once before. Darren, in his human form. Beatrice rushed over, crying. She threw her arms around Laurel and pointed at me, screaming, "I knew you were vicious since you were little, but I never imagined you'd grow up this heartless! She's your sister! How could you be so cruel to her?" My dad looked at me in disappointment.

I call out to him, and Lion starts to whine, but Theresa comes to his side at that moment, probably to ask him why the hell he hadn't told her about his daughter, "This is Midnight, Lion's daughter. Mid, this is my best friend, twice removed third cousin and biggest fan, Baxter." Baxter gives her a big smile and a casual wave with his hand. Mid stares at him like he's the world's biggest delight and can't wait to eat him, which at this point doesn't surprise me. I'm starting to realize that this half-human omega is somehow more perverted than I am. And that's... pretty funny. I've never met someone who was ‘more something’ than me. "Are you mute?" she asks him directly. Baxter looks at me to

Lily Pulitzer. The quaint little bell rang as they opened the old door, and the saleswoman seemed thrilled to have customers. She put down her paper and hurried over, and couldn’t have been more gracious. Caitlin handed Rose to Caleb as she browsed, and the saleswoman was delighted. “Wow, what a beautiful puppy,” she said, her eyes opening wide. “Is that a husky?” Caleb smiled. “Something like that,” he said.

I'm sure right about now that carp is saddling her scant horse and rushing through the gates, the moonlight showing her the way as the night goes on. "Kitten, Pup, comer here my loves, would you?" And there comes Pheonix with their adorable little smile and Baxter with his strong build. "Yes, master?" Baxter says his voice coated with sweet submission. He may be a Viking but I still tower over him. "Yes...Master," Pheonix says, always trying to bend the rules.

I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling. “And who are you to me?” He asked, his throat bobbing up and down. Tears of frustration welled in my eyes. As I caught his gaze in the mirror, I noticed the cruel glint in his eyes. “What are you to me, baby girl?” Robert asked. “I-I am your pet.”I replied sharply. “Good girl.” He chimed, his left hand snaking around my neck as he spanked my ass. I yelled loudly—my screams echoing over the tile of the bathroom walls.