Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

"Mercy? Do you speak to me of mercy? I have no soul, no conscience to guide me. My beast has consumed me, and it knows only destruction. It feeds on fear and bloodlust, and it will not be satiated until all of you are nothing but ashes." The Council members exchanged nervous glances, their eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "We understand your pain, Baron," Arachne, the Council's mediator, ventured, her voice soft and cautious. "We know about your mate's... tragic passing. But this path of destruction you've chosen—"

I was left here alone, probably with Gavin, and now - my whole body shook with a shot of electricity up my spine, now Mysterio is here too. I turned to face him again, and the air felt thicker, harder to breathe in as I looked at the huge flashing danger sign standing there. How well did Trent really know this guy? "Inside." He jerks his head towards the door, but I stand my ground. "Pet, don't make me ask twice. You won't like it." "I am NOT a pet," I half yell as my face pinches together and I almost recoil in regret, but nope, not today. From the beginning, he will know how this goes. He can't order me around. He works to serve me, not the other way around.

A slow, dark smile spread across his face. “I can’t wait either,” he murmured, voice dripping with the promise of blood. The letter fell from his hand, crumpled and forgotten on the stone floor. A soft meow echoed from the corner. Roger looked down, his gaze finding the cat that sat coiled like a shadow at his feet. Moon. The black-furred stray he’d picked up after the Red Claws fell, a battle that had painted the ground crimson and left bodies rotting beneath the sun. Wolves whispered about the Almighty’s strange fondness for a weak, mewling animal, but none dared speak it to his face.

Even if he never sees me as more than a friend, I couldn’t stand to see him hurt. Mason smiled. “The only person I’d trust as much with my life is Ashton, Ron, and well, he’s not exactly available to be my bodyguard.” he stated. Ronald nodded, smiling. “Um, Mason, came over for a reason.” I said, trying to get back on track. “Right, of course. What’s going on, pet?” he questioned. My breath caught in my throat hearing him call me pet. He hasn’t called me pet in front of other people this whole party.

“When Roger was young, I trained him with wild animals he grew to love as pets.” “It included a white snake,” Molly chimed in, and Karen was frightened. “Snake?” “Yes, and he loved them so much,” Giovanni answered, adding, “There were others, but he began having nightmares, so Molly insisted that we take his pets away. It was hard, but Roger eventually agreed after some negotiations and coaxing. “To compensate for it, we got him a kitten and a puppy. He loved them so much, he named them Pip and Milo. But sadly, they died at the same time Declan and Delanie were born, so he began to call Declan Pup and Delanie kitten.

Getting up from the desk, I flung him onto it, panting like a crazed woman, positioned myself over his cock, and slid down. "Yes, just like that, pussycat. Ride my cock." He hissed through his teeth as he rotated my breasts in circles as I ground my hips against him, claiming him as he claimed me. He would always be my Panther, and I would always be his pet. And hopefully one day his wife. #matesforlife

My claws swiped at Roger, but he dodged effortlessly. "You're no match for me," he sneered, landing a solid punch. I stumbled back but recovered quickly. Our battle raged on, each blow striking with precision. "You have the power of an Ultima," Roger said, eyes narrowing. "If not for my battle experience, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." I growled, my wolf fueled by determination. Our wolves exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Just as I thought I’d gain an advantage, Roger countered with a swift kick repelling the attack.

he said very formally, standing straight like lamp pole This was Rogers and the one appointed to tail Robbe He had been giving me information on Robbie's whereabouts and his dogs since past year. He used to be my wife's personal servant but he was very talented and capable. I didn't want him to wastuhis taient being a servant, co, troptaced my wifics servant with a maid and appointed him as my personal assistant. Once the one whin used to look after Robbie and gave me his information, retired. I handed over that job to him as well. He was the one who infarred me af Robbie's real of resignation of an employee and his row with Sarah on her visit. But I wanted to know what passed between them.

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while

“This is her family. Kind of a crash course in it, yes but…she’s going to have to get used to us sometime.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jackson murmurs, looking over to where Seraphina really is playing quite gently with Marigold – much more gently than she does with her other siblings, who she bites and tackles with glee. But the light in Marigold’s little brown puppy eyes that shine so bright against her wolf’s dark fur – god, she just looks so incredibly happy that my eyes fill with tears. “Looks like breakfast cocktails are in order,” Roger says, giving us both a wink and then starting over for the bar cart.