Puppy Dog Eyes Please Novels & Stories

Setting aside my crochet hook, I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, hoping for a positive response. He paused his work on the laptop, his eyes shifting from the screen to meet mine. The intensity of his blue eyes captured my attention, and for a moment, I found myself lost in their depths. "Yes?" he replied, his voice calm yet attentive. I hesitated, feeling a knot of uncertainty forming in my stomach. What if he didn't share my enthusiasm? What if he rejected the idea altogether? The thought of his disapproval left me feeling anxious, but I couldn't shake the desire to ask. After all, the idea of raising a puppy had been swirling in my mind for days, and I couldn't ignore the longing in my he

he smirked. “Not at all. I am just an innocent pup who likes his Dragon daddy,” I pouted. “Fuck Kai ! You are seriously testing my patience,” he growled. “Then why are you holding back ?” I asked innocently while making puppy eyes. Believe me when I say this but no one can say no to the puppy eyes that we sextuplets make. “Don’t do puppy eyes with me, Kai. It won’t fucking work,” he warned but I could see his resolve crash down.

I smile sweetly at him. she scoffs" whatever". I feel little fingers poke me, I turn to my right "Yes?". "Are you really blind?". Jesse's little sister, Jessica whispers "Yes, I am". " So, you can't see when I make this face.........or this face.....or this one?". I laugh "Nope, but I can hear you and tell you are making silly faces". " So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes"

, I pleaded. He pulled me on his legs which caught me off guard. He used his thumb to stroke my cheeks. "I don't want you getting hurt", he said looking at me. "I won't get hurt, I promise, please". "I don't know Bella", he mumbled. "Please", I said giving him the puppy eyes, no one can resist my puppy eyes. He sighed. "Okay", he said reluctantly. I smiled "Thank you", I tried standing up, but no, he didn't allow me.

How did this little guy get here? The adorable little thing stood at my feet and stared up at me with round puppy eyes. This was probably why people called this look ‘puppy eyes’. The puppy continued staring up at me before it got closer and began licking my ankle. It’s warm and wet tongue lapping at my ankle and feet, making me feel slightly ticklish. This little guy is so cute, I thought as I bent down to get a closer look at him. I wasn’t a dog fanatic or anything but if I wasn’t wrong, judging from this little guy’s appearance. Puffy roundish body, short legs, light brown and white fur and very long upstanding ears.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

It's a puppy. "Oh my gosh," I hear my voice say. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh," I keep saying, tearing my eyes away from the precious fuzzball for a brief moment to look at Ryan. He's got the largest smile I've ever seen on his face before. I look back at the dog to see its mouth fall open and the bright pink tongue loll out. It looks like the puppy is smiling at me too. "Oh my gosh," I say, unable to think of anything else as I step forward and reach for the fluffy puppy. Ryan hands the dog to me and I gently hold the warm, cuddly animal. The puppy licks my arm and I giggle. The dog looks like a miniature polar bear. I stroke his downy coat. "Oh my gosh, he's so soft!"

Tamara was right about him; he looks like a girl child, if not for his height, you'll mistake him for a female child in jeans, and by the way he speaks, so softly, you'll know he's nothing but a baby. “...I was wondering if there’s any way I can help you?” He murmurs, barely looking at me as he adjusts his glasses. “Yeah, by leaving,” I respond coldly. His tiny lower lip begins to quiver like a water droplet before it falls, pulling his entire face down into a perfect pout. His big, brown eyes are wide and glossy, holding back two enormous tears that seem too heavy for his little lids. It is the most adorable, heartbreaking little expression, a silent plea that says, "Please don't chase me a

There's a smear of what might be blood on his cheek, or might be something else, and his hair is sticking up in seventeen different directions. He looks like a child who has just witnessed a miracle. Or a war. Maybe both. "The puppies might need me," he says. "What if they need me and I'm asleep?" "They have Gas." "But Gas is tired too. Look at her. She can barely keep her eyes open." He's right. Gas's eyes are half-closed, the third eyelid showing at the corners, that milky film that means she's on the edge of sleep but fighting it. Fighting to stay alert. Fighting to watch over these small things she's made.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.