Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

“I’ve lived in this house for thirty-one years! I know every animal that comes through that garden. Foxes in winter. Hedgehogs under the shed. That fat pigeon your mother insists on feeding even though it’s destroyed every tomato plant I’ve ever grown.” I leaned back in the chair and pressed the phone harder against my ear. “I have never,” he continued firmly, “seen a snake on that path. Not once. Not in thirty-one years. And this wasn’t some grass snake that wandered in from the field. This thing was small, bright markings, sitting right in the middle of the step like somebody set it down with both hands.” “What kind was it?” “I took a photo before I dealt with it.” He paused. “Sent it to R

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

“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.

My little clueless pet remained unaware of the dangers lurking around her. As much as she would hate to admit it later on, I was the only one she could trust and with her father's last words as my driving force. She is my responsibility.

He calls and begs to beg for his life. "I will stop; please do not kill me," Alpha Jordon begs me. I stop for a moment, and then he begins to cackle. He pushes up and tries to push me off of him. I will show him no mercy. I slash his throat with my paw and my wolves, and I watch as he bleeds out on the floor. "SEBASTIAN!" I hear a familiar voice screaming and crying. I look to the left of the steps and see a small cage. There is someone inside the cage. Raul runs to the cage and opens it.

I said standing up and daping him up "what news you got for me" Roger wasn't just my parole officer he was my nigga, lemme catch y'all up, when I was in jail Rogers lil brother Austin was in there too and Roger knew I had connections so I was protected 24/7, so long story short i looked after his brother and he looked out for me by keeping an eye on Tanisha and helping me with this parole thing. Tanisha little ass clueless about the situation and that's how i like it.

I had ruined the quiet sanctuary he offered me, and now he was punishing me with his absence. Driven by a desperate need to fix things, I walked down the grand staircase toward the front entrance. I sank onto the cold marble floor directly beside the massive double doors, pulling my knees up to my chest. I decided I would wait right here. I would sit at the door like a loyal animal until he returned. Hours dragged by in the dim light of the foyer. To keep my mind from spiraling, I forced myself to make a silent, solemn vow. I will be the most obedient dog he has ever known. It doesn't matter who was in his past or who designed this house. Arthur is gone. I am the one here now. I will make hi

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."