Petgirl Story Novels & Stories

" I'll never regret. I promise . I'll do anything you ask of me." She replied back . "Anything , even risking your life?" I asked. "Anything." she replied back. Follow me. I told her . I took her home that evening and had my boss explain everything to her . She promised to always stay obedient and like me she was also given a taste of her new life. Things were going out well. We made so much profit and the business was expanding with us exporting them. Amelia was made to sell them to students in need while I sold them to people of higher rank. I switched from smoking weed to injecting heroin.

POV Jaden/Breaker The next few days were a blur. Once we all heard Petal's side of the story, she threw herself into planning the memorial for the girls. Dom, Decker, Shotgun (Margo's Dad), and Viper all tried to help but Petal would only ask them for opinions every once in a while. Everyone knew that Petal knew the girls the best and so there was an agreement that she would be the one with the final say.

I strolled over to the projector, hit play, and let the pictures do the talking. There they were, Sheila and Yoel, in photos a little too close for comfort, a tribute to their 'lost angel', and the signed document of an abortion that bore Yoel's name. The room erupted in whispers, and the smiles on Sheila's parents' faces turned to stone. I just looked at Sheila and smiled. "Sheila, you told everyone that Yoel was your first love, and that you were pregnant with his child. "Now, with your parents here, the ones you adore, and in front of all our friends and family, I want you to tell me again.

Lila hugged me next, her softer curves pressing into me, her lips brushing my cheek dangerously close to my mouth. “Tomorrow,” Lila whispered. “Come use the pool. We’ll make it… memorable.” They both watched me walk back to my house. I could feel their eyes on my ass the entire way. I closed my door, leaned against it, and slid my hand under my dress. My panties were soaked through. Two fingers slipped inside me easily, and I came within seconds — biting my lip to stay quiet, imagining their hands instead of mine, their mouths, their bodies pressing me between them.

“He has no reason to. You're so careful about what you say that sometimes I think you're more afraid of him than I am. The black eyes gleamed. — What do you think of my brother? I bet you're scared to death of him too. — Enough, Nizea . Fleur remembered it was the teacher and rose with authority . “You're getting too sassy. I better go. His voice shook. “I didn't mean to be bold. It's just that when we're away from school, it's hard to think of you as my teacher. I consider her one of my friends. Fleur couldn't resist the praise and the sincerity with which it was said: “If you want me to stay with you, we need to do something. — I wrote a story last night. My leg was hurting and I couldn't

There's no way she'd let me enjoy any of it. I raised a hand to signal Clara to chill, then leaned back to watch the show. The once-mighty CEO of SaunCorp, a man who used to rule the boardroom, had apparently switched careers to social media influencer. Every night, without fail, he'd go live with his beloved Fiona. Same time, same scripted sob story, always hammering the same points. They claimed I'd promised to donate my kidney but bailed after demanding a fortune, leaving Fiona's surgery on hold and her life supposedly dangling by a thread.

She wasn't crying any longer. "Mummy?" I called out to her, she hummed in response. "I have a story for you. Would you like to hear it?" "Go on." "Remember when I was five and Tolani was seven? There was this day she took out the new doll you bought for me saying it was hers since she had lost hers and you bought us identical dolls. Normally, I would over look such things because those antics of hers were normal at the time, but I really loved that doll and I did not want to give it up for anything. I remember going on to report to you everything she had been doing to me, I was in tears by the time I ended my speech. The question you asked me was, 'why did you not tell me immediately these t

When I told Pete how I was forced by a man to have sex at thirteen and was ordered by my mother, I saw the tears in his eyes, all pouring out, feeling the distraught and sad emotions. Pete sobs and pulls out his handkerchief, blowing his nose. His eyes were puffy and red. "I can't believe you went through all that and still look badass." He sniffles. I chuckle softly. "So, where is your little mini-me?" "At home, with friends and..." I pull on a smile. "Oh!" he grins, still with moisture in his eyes but can still be humorous as he can read my expression. "You have a man!"

' She said and entered the room , locking the door she started what she wanted to. ‘Go a..way jus.t go a,way. They. are monsters. he sells girls for money. He.. he trapped me like yo..u , you are .. his … new gi.rlfriend r.ight. You m..ust be h.i.s n..ew.girl..friendd. na, that's wh..at h.e does. A.nd most .. i mportantly you are an orphan right...' with that she told a story of few months ago which was similar to her lovestory. Siya was in tears she doesn't know what to do, the gentleman she loved was like no was a rapist. She was too overwhelmed and don't know what to believe.

PENELOPE POV My eyes were wide, stinging with the heat of pure terror. My face was wet, my chin glistening with saliva , and I was literally trapped between his legs on the floor. Every muscle in my body was locked tight, paralyzed. Then I heard it, the heavy, rhythmic thud of his dad's shoes coming closer, growing louder with every second. He didn't go straight to the study like I’d prayed he would. No, he walked right into the kitchen area.