Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I need right now.” Roger tsked, and turned her to face him. “That’s okay.” He assured her. “Because, I do.” Wrapping Cora in a proper hug, he tucked her tear-stained face against the curve of his neck. He stroked her spine and began to purr, pressing soft kisses to her hair. Cora broke the moment his purrs began, clinging to Roger and sobbing into his collar. “That’s it, sweetheart.” Roger encouraged. “Just let it all out.” He swayed softly from side to side, and though his wolf was focused entirely on soothing the devastated bundle, his own thoughts were much darker.

"Are you sure you'll bring your dog along?" Roger piped up after what seemed like an eternity of preparation. He only needed to drive, as Abihirt had just had a blood transfusion and as a doctor... there was no permission for his cousin to travel far. After all, Roger was also invited to join in on the family gathering. It wouldn't be too bad to go on a trip, though Abihirt's decision almost went against his principles when it came to doing activities that simply didn't involve pets.

Roger’s eyes flickered a little. He seemed like he wanted to say something. However, he held back his words after glancing at Stella’s expression. Roger was still reluctant about Stella’s career in the entertainment industry. She even got injured in such a big accident today. In the future… He dared not to think further. At last, Roger stood up and said, “I’ll go and buy some food. Mr. Lane, what would you like to eat?” “I’m fine with anything. Just don’t make it too spicy.”

Roger nodded. He wandered along the border with his new found friend, he was a happy young man, been mated since he was twenty and had three pups already and a 4th on the way. Claimed he just couldn't keep his hands off his mate and she was twice as sexy when pregnant. Roger just shook his head and laughed at him. To which he had been told you wait and see, once you find your mate, all you will want to do is bed the hell out of her. Roger couldn't help but like the man and he only talked respectfully about his mate.

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, with your money, silly," she said, smiling at him. "We need to erase the mute girl's existence from this house," she said, advancing toward the wall where the wedding photograph was hanging to take it down. "You are not touching anything," declared Roger, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Why not?" "Because you're not going to change anything in the house." "But why?" "Let me say this clearly: I DON'T HAVE MONEY." "That's a good joke, my love. You're Roger Peterson, the current CEO of the largest jewelry company in the country, and—"

People who look like their pets" contests. If he doesn't already have a bull terrier, I'm sure the office would all chip in and get him one for Christmas. The thought returns the smile I've been missing since Roger picked me up from my new apartment thirty minutes ago. Riding in his little red convertible confirmed what I've suspected multiple times during my first week of work. Roger is compensating for something. "Make sure and stay with me until we leave. I want to know what connections you make," he takes my arm in his to escort me into the large white building in front of us. The fabric of his black tux scratches my arm, but I resist the urge to remove it.

“Still the same, but the test results are back. Your father didn’t have a heart attack. He was poisoned.” “What!” “Yes. And I know who did it.” “Who?” He demanded, knowing it must be the Contis. “That snake living in our home. Jane.”

I would rather not permanently damage our relationship. “I'll feel a lot better if I send someone to look after you.” “A watchdog?” “If I feel like it, yes. A watchdog. That's actually a very good idea—thanks for putting it in my head.” “I don't want to live that way.” “With all due respect, you don't have a choice.” Finally, Roger decides to speak up. “If you don't mind, I have an idea.” I turn to him, expecting him to back me up—and in a way, he does. “I could go, and watch over Tatiana.”

“Here's everything you asked for. Files that Roger put together while he was working here.” “Thank you, Ella.” I turned my attention back to the computer and as soon as I opened a page, it was advertising Russia's newest millionaire, who was none other than Roger. “Did you know that? I fired him two weeks ago and he's already living such a good life? I had no idea he was so rich.”

"You act like you know it all, Amber. You're so brave to talk like that to your master now." Amber smiled. "Uh-huh. You know, owners should sometimes learn from their pets. By the way. I still have something to say." "What is it?" "Come closer," she said. beckoning Matthias to move closer so he could hear what she was about to say. Matthias leaned in, waiting for Amber to finally say what she wanted to tell him. "From now on, you can call me whenever you feel sad or whenever you need someone to talk to."