Pet Slave Novels & Stories

“Will the familiar even be happy to serve? I don’t want to buy a familiar and wind up having a familiar that sees itself as a slave.” “Angora only sells creatures that exist to serve,” Reed assures me with his eyes on the road. “She finds those who have been thrown away by the family they used to serve, but sometimes, in rare cases, she takes in baby creatures that will make excellent pets.” “Pets?” “Magical cats or pigs,” he shoots me a smile. “But you want a mighty creature that can protect you.” My hand immediately lands on my tiny baby bump. “I do, but I want my familiar to like me.”

“What are you doing?” I don’t answer. I fold one of Adele’s dresses and press it into the bag. “Miss Calla.” Louder this time. More urgent. She steps fully into the room. “You can’t do this. If you leave … if the Alpha finds out you left without his permission … you’ll be punished. Both of you could be brought back in chains. You know what happens to breeders who run.” I stop. Not because she’s scared me. Not because she’s wrong.

“The rematch approaches. Preparations must be confirmed.” “Preparations,” Dante interrupted, “are wasted if one of us collapses first.” His gaze slanted toward me, lazy but lethal. “From the look of things, that collapse isn’t far off.” Murmurs again. Heads turned. And then a lesser Lord, one of Selene’s loyalists — a man with a narrow face and eyes too sharp for his station — spoke the words that cut through me. “Perhaps Perez should be disqualified before the rematch. He cannot even control his… pet human.”

, 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.

Dante smiled and relaxed back in the seat. "So, what's going on between you and your pet?" Valerie asked. Dante looked at him in confusion. "Nothing is going on" he answered. "What do you mean nothing?" he asked. "Nothing is going on" Dante replied. "Don't you find her attractive?" Valerie asked. "of course I do, but I am not going to make her sleep with me just because I bought her, it has to be her choice" Valerie looked at him and shook his head in pity.

“They were abandoned, and the mother wasn’t chipped. We can’t find the owner.” I looked at her. “Let’s keep this between us. I’ll talk to someone I know in the House of Commons who has pets. Many cities and countries have started passing the law, but why aren’t we doing it? Owners should register their pets as members of their family, and whoever abandons them will be charged with abandonment and punishable by fine and jail time.” She beamed. “That’s a great idea, Your Highness.” “Let’s not make our hopes up. You know I don’t have the power to do this, but I’ll do my best to convince him.”

I yanked him outside, growling, "Antonio Rivera! Do you not understand everything that I said to you?" A flicker of hurt crossed his eyes. "I just want to win my wife back," he said, pulling out a small box from his jacket. "I'm sure you're going to love this." Instead of taking it, I asked, "It's the Celestial watch from Patek Philippe, right?" His eyes lit up. "How did you know? I knew you'd love it!" Scoffing, I retorted, "Because Elena posted about it on her Instagram."

"I already gave you a black card. What the hell are you spending millions on? If I find out you're into anything illegal, I'm cutting you off for real." "Please. Give me some credit," she rolled her eyes. "I've just been... investing. I found this gorgeous little 'puppy.' He's literally my aesthetic. Totally clingy. Totally expensive." Mortimer paused. He thought back to the healing center—the way Seraphina's face lit up when she looked at that vet holding the little dog. "You got a dog?" he asked, a rare spark of curiosity in his eyes. Velda nodded. In her world, a submissive, pretty boy was basically a well-trained pet. "Obviously. He's cute, he listens, and he's obsessed with me. What's n

With a sigh, he retrieved his phone and noticed that someone had accidentally tagged everyone in the chat. His gaze shifted upward, and Joseph's eyes landed on a photo posted by Sophia in the group chat. The image showcased a small dog, accompanied by her query about bringing it to the office the next day as there would not be anyone at home. The human resource manager swiftly responded, stating, [For a temporary arrangement, you can seek approval from your department supervisor. However, long-term accommodation for pets is definitely not allowed.] Sophia replied, [Oh? I have to ask the department supervisor? Never mind then. Chloe already told me this morning that she doesn't like dogs. I b

People kept trying to make a conversation with him but he only replies briefly every single time. I can also see how all these men treat the girls as trophies or some kind. It's a status symbol. Some girls here are even dressed in very vulgar dresses and they do not look comfortable at all. Greyson glances at me a couple of times, knowing how uncomfortable I must have been hearing all these conversations. He doesn't touch me at all, let alone inappropriately like how all these men are touching their slaves. Then, a servant put a plate of expensive-looking steak in front of me.