Novel & Cerita Pet Novels

The universe has shifted under their eyes. Petal immediately submitted, posing on the ground, his body on a platter for his Alpha. “You are so obedient aren’t you? You’re such a good boy,” Amir stares at his claws, our mind shifting into one of an apex predator, “Come here.” Petal is reluctant, he is scared of the Alpha and what he might do. Maybe approaching an Alpha in rut wasn’t the brightest idea after all or one that had just watched his mate being kidnapped right in front of his eyes.

Miss Pethel sighed. “Sorry, Miss Pethel. I can’t help myself. She makes me all caveman.” Collin smirked but did put Cassidy back down. “All men are neanderthals to some degree.” Cassidy sighed. “Oh, welcome back, Miss Shiraishi.” Miss Pethel greeted, seeing me and having to do a double-take. “Thank you, Miss Pethel.” I nodded.

She looked sick without a hint, looking like a zombie in a shabby suit. The door of the pet shop suddenly opened, and the bell rang and it was silent again as if it had closed. A faint yellow light shone on the rusty iron frames of the iron cages. Inside, there are countless lives like Rosabella, all of them with chains on their necks, which is to distinguish and recognize that they are human beings, born simply as pets of ghosts and vampires.

Maven Penelope Fox is a spitfire. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. She looks sweet, cute, innocent, but man when she gets upset, she lets you know it. It’s interesting, it’s obvious she’s never been in a pack setting before because she doesn’t realize that you can’t speak to Alpha’s this way. The only reason I’m allowing this is because she is Amelia’s sister, she is Donovan’s mate, and I believe she is the white wolf.

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.

, he said and snorted. “We need to put people like them in their places, so they will learn that they are nothing but a puppet in a box. If they try to come out of the box, then they will have no choice but to die or tear out the box”. Charles said, and Joseph snapped his fingers in agreement. “That is exactly how it is” he said, and the sound of their glasses clinking was heard before the audio went silent. He was about explaining himself to Joy, who was furious about everything she had just heard when she slapped him hard across the face. Petals of the bridal bouquet flew everywhere as she bruised his head hard with the bouquet she was holding.

He suckled on the breast like a little child would to the point that the girl he was taking advantage of gave in as she bounced her breasts up and down, moaning that she wanted more. Gosh, Petal couldn't watch more as the activity that was unfolding was only reminding her of Ansel and his brutal self. Unable to control what she was seeing, she sprawled out in her wolf form and gave a loud roar... She was in a very angry state and whatever wolf dared to fight with her at this point was sure to die. The rouge wolves left the girls immediately and jerked away in shock of seeing Petal here. And as they laid eyes on her and recognized her, they scurried away in fear.

Maeve asks her. Petal’s eyes fill with tears. “My own witchy dress. Thank you!” she says hugging Maeve. “Witchy dress?” Melanie asks, looking very confused. “Petal is a sprite,” I say, as if that explains it all. It probably doesn’t. Out here, no one seems to know much about the supernaturals outside of werewolves.

I felt so stupid for allowing her use me like a pawn in a chess game, I also felt some sort of admiration for her because it must take tremendous skill to be a different person every year and I felt that wave of nostalgia, knowing that I had actually known this person and had communicated with this person like a friend. "Have you traced her to her current apartment? " "No traces of her Sir" "It makes a lot of sense why she never had any neighbors now. It really does make a lot of sense" I said in deep reflection. Then it hit me! Penelope's dog! Surely, no one would buy a dog simply for the fun of it or simply to use it as some form of disguise right? "Penelope had a dog, it was a Pomeranian.

She wanted to hit the driver in the face, with her elbow and escape, but Penny's grip around her wrist had tightened. Penelope leaned close suddenly, her voice low and venomous. “You like the way he looked at you, don’t you? You think he wants you now?” She scoffed. “He doesn’t. He’s just toying with you, you little stray mutt. But I’m going to make sure you remember where you belong.” The car pulled into the long driveway of the estate. Gravel crunched beneath the tires, and Poppy felt like she was being led into a trap.