Poppy Playtime Catnap X Dogday Novels & Stories

In the mafia’s mansion….. WAKE UP. IT IS NINE IN THE MORNING; screamed a robotic voice from the device placed on the nightstand. After receiving no command to stop, the device repeated the same phrase at a higher volume. But this time, a giant muscular hand landed on the device, switching it off. And that was it. A slight movement of hands putting the alarm off, and the mafia was wide awake. Giving a light stretch to his body on the bed, he moved the duvet off his body and was soon standing on the floor, stretching his knuckles, neck, and arms, cracking all the walls of laziness in his body.

Popo had what he longed for — belonging, stability, a human who loved him. Over the next days, Polly noticed how carefully the others watched him. He didn’t push. When Terry opened the crates, he let the others step out first. At mealtime, he always waited until Popo, Bantay, and Tagpi had eaten before lowering his head to his own bowl. Even Patsy, Terry’s sleek black-and-white tomcat, received the same respect; Polly never challenged him when the cat leapt onto the table or slinked near the food.

He slowly pulled off her panties and pocketed it then lifted one leg over his shoulder before he took his first lick. "So sweet". He hummed against her and began moving his face rapidly between her thighs. "Oh!". Anna cried out. Her hands gripped his hair and held him between her legs as he devoured her like she was his last meal and maybe she was.

It's because his face can't be painted right now due to the weird expression showing on his face. “But at least now I'm not just a playdate. Am I?” I continued to annoy him. “Cattleya, we're simply going out to dinner, buying you a laptop, and then heading straight home.” “Sounds like a date to me.” I arched my brows and tucked my lips to tease him much more. ”

In the middle of the night, the faint sound of a door opening woke me. I didn't turn on the light. I just lay quietly in bed, listening to the sound of bare feet on the wool carpet, coming closer and closer. The footsteps stopped beside my bed. In the darkness, a figure leaned over me, carrying a heavy smell of whiskey and that familiar trace of gunpowder. It was "Dante", or perhaps I should call him by his real name—Luciano.

I pretended to have just regained consciousness as I said with a pained expression, "Owen, what happened just now? My stomach really hurts!" Owen patted my back gently, showing a tenderness I had never seen before. His voice sounded choked as he said, "The witch examined you just now. Our pup is gone." I pinched myself and forced out a few tears. Upon seeing this, Owen cupped my face and kissed the tracks of my tears. "Ivy, we'll have another pup. I'll stay by your side until you fully recover." At that moment, a phone rang, again and again.

he will trample on. So defenseless, blindfolded, she trustingly stretches her palms to both of them. Fourteen steps up. Austin's happy bark. Key turn. Can? Can? Can you watch already? Kitty jumps and squeaks, squeaks and jumps, and tries to hug the mantelpiece. Austin squeals and circles happily around them. The brothers are bursting with such pride, as if they didn’t just rent this apartment, but at least designed it themselves.

"But if he shits anywhere in this house, he's gone. Do we understand eachother?" Resting Poppy on the ground, I did something I never thought I'll ever do. I reached up and planted a small kiss on his cheek. He stiffened. "Thank you," I whispered. I picked up the dog and closed the door for the night.

My stomach had been uncomfortable yesterday when I bowed and apologized to the guests at the Moon Goddess Hall. After leaving the council hall, I went to the healing center. After the examination, the healer looked at the report with a delighted smile on her face. "Congratulations, Luna Anya. You're with pup. You're already seven weeks along." With pup? I instinctively placed my hand on my still-flat stomach, feeling somewhat dazed. A pup with Corey... This news was like a ray of light, instantly shining into my heart that had been shrouded in despair.

Dog starts jumping around happily and barking "Oh! Oh yes! Oh, yea! And next time I see those boys, ... I am gonna bark at them" " Let's speak about it inside, out of this cold." complains cat. Then the two came inside the cardboard box for a nice drink of fresh water and cold sausage. THE END