Master Pet Novels & Stories

“I don’t think I’m ready to take care of something else. I’m still struggling with my own head. How am I supposed to take care of an animal?” “Adams, it’s not just about responsibility. It’s about building a connection. Pets can encourage us to be more present. And in your case, I think it could help foster interaction more naturally. Rather than trying to force yourself to meet people or go to events—this could be a small step toward feeling less isolated. Just having something else alive in your space could make the difference.”

- We only have Metaxa, it is unlikely that you will like it. Keith sits down to stroke his prominent forehead, silky ears and plump back. Roswo's coat was rough... like wire... And the spaniel's coat was soft, like Tapi's curls. Hank squats beside him and their fingers touch, caressing the big-eared bum. — Church! Don't bother people, shameless! calls the old man. “Run to the master, baby…” says Kitty and the chocolate dog rushes away, and she swallows welled tears, turning away so that her companion does not notice them. But he still notices when they are directly under the light of the lantern.

It was his jacket. “I am Sebastian. My wolf is rusty. I hope you can understand this. What is your name?” I blinked. I could understand him. He was the servant they were talking about at dinner. “Lyra. I am Lyra.” He stood up quickly. “The pet wolf?!” He looked at my ears, and tail. “You're a pure wolf! Where is your pack? Why are you here? Where is your alpha?” I blinked at his words. How does he know about werewolves? Why can he speak to me?

Chris's POV(The master) : I was reading a book in the dinning,waiting for breakfast while Stephen, my best friend, talked non stop. He is a parrot, I am not surprised, he talks more than a woman. I wonder why he left his home so early in the morning to come and bother me.I don't know what I did to him. I am sure his house is as comfortable as here,or he might be running away from his father. He must have gotten into trouble again for his ways.

She raised her hands in a placating gesture, “That they choose their masters, not the other way around.” “Yes Kiri,” Smarluuten hissed, as close to a sigh in frustration as he could do before turning to Rex. “My gift to you is this pogona lizard. They are incredibly rare and can be temperamental in nature but are more loyal and trustworthy than any other beast once fully claimed, some other human companion types included. With someone of your blood status, I have no doubt he will conform to your leadership of the nest.”

If her mother isn't by her side, she immediately turns into an arrogant little devil. "Once again, please forgive me, Young Master," said the maid kneeling in front of him. "I will bring you a new dish, Young Master," he continued in a voice trembling with fear. It's not that the little boy has superpowers to make him afraid, but the father of the child is the ruler of this country, it's clear that the servant is afraid because he has annoyed his child.

She added in a sweet voice. The voice growled in disapproval. "You know I don't like marks on any of my pets except the ones I give them". "Your pet? And you let her escape from you?". Without seeing her, I could hear the mockery dripping off Miriam's voice. Her companion only grunted in reply. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's just a bruise, and it's not going to change her looks. She's still a fine specimen". Did she just call me a specimen like I'm a lab rat for a science experiment? I couldn't believe my ears.

' Master you are so horrible. "We are passing through Drako's territory. It would be best if you kept quiet, Aspin." I threw over my shoulder. Not that I wasn't already itching to kill something. A few men wouldn't hurt us, but unfortunately the Master wouldn't be pleased. Especially if I lost my temper and Aspin some how managed up dead... We might have to kill bigger pray when we go hunting next time. The challenge might ease my nerves. Anything but a damned bear. "So we might get to see you in action?" I imagined him bouncing up in the saddle like a child. A big grin upon his face as he gripped the reins to his chest. Such a child. 'He is impressionable.' This kid was going to drive me nu

"I do not intend to tell everything as I do not know it all, but a couple of the other things are that it will only answer to its rightful owner. It was given to me by Revenge, so it is mine. Even for you it would refuse to kill unless it was using you to enforce a contract. And if I concentrate hard enough, for long enough, I can call it to my hand. Other than that, what I know of its properties is negligible. You have already seen the slight shimmer around it that makes it very visible even in daylight.

It was a noisy day at the Hunt Mansion. All the maids and the servants of the house were running around the huge mansion looking for their Young Master’s pet dog. The Young Master Dylan Hunt was only 12 years old, but he was the most difficult person to handle in the household. He was a spoilt brat with overindulging parents who gave him too much power at a young age without setting any limits or boundaries. He was born with a silver spoon and never had shortage of anything in his life. So, there were only a few things he truly valued. So once he finds something which catches his interest, he will give his complete attention to it. One such thing which managed to gain his attention was a dog