Puppy Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Puppy. Something warm tugged in my chest, and I let out a relieved breath. She was okay. She was probably with Trinity. But the second I turned the corner and saw that that wasn’t the case—I froze. She still had that beautiful smile of hers, but she wasn’t with Trinity. My Puppy was with some guy. She was laughing, hand on her belly, head tilted, the same way she would do with me. Why the hell was she with some dude? Just as I was ready to attack, she looked up and waved, her face lighting up. A sense of calmness washed over me as I nodded back, forcing a smile. However, it was short-lived, because it turned out the wave wasn’t meant for me.

I open my mouth to protest, to say that we need to talk as a family, but before I can Kent’s head whips to the side because he heard – as we all did – The little puppy’s sad whine as he comes around the corner of the couch, looking for me. “Oh, baby,” I murmur, unwrapping myself from Kent’s arms – which is easy, because they go slack – and taking a few steps over to the puppy, who basically jumps in my arms when I lean down to pick him up. I pet his head, cooing to him, sorry to have left him – because I’m the only friend he’s got in the world right now, as far as he knows. “Is that…” Kent says, a little breathless in his shock, “is that a dog!?”

My partner stared at me with love in her eyes; as much as we loathe our history, we appreciate how the last family members in our lives wanted us to meet and become who we are now. "Maybe the late King knows something we don't?" My partner murmured the words I had been thinking of, and with that, I helped her rise on her two legs, giving her a delicate peck; her eyes still glittered at me. Given that our puppies were out cold, I considered whether or not to take them, but the hospital had enough patients. Looking around, I located the straps to hold our puppies. Cassidy snatched it from my hand and wrapped it around herself.

I couldn't help it; the little dog was adorable. I reached out and squeezed one of its chubby paws. "Yours?" "My girlfriend's. She's in the next bay with a stomach bug and a fever. She was stressing about Opal, so I brought the little guy in for some moral support." When he talked about her, his whole face softened. "That," I thought. "That's what a real mate looks like." "Opal, say hi to the nice lady." The dog gave my arm a friendly nuzzle.

Dexter cried down to Shayne. To his surprise Shayne walks directly towards the wild boar and she touches it in the head. “How are you my friend, I have not seen you for long time” she talks wild the wild pig. The wild pig become tame like any other domesticated pig; it wags its tail honking going around Shayne. Dexter notices it is not alone two more pigs come up, hiding from the shrubs nearby, all of them come closer to Shayne. This woman is wonderful, she can come along with almost all animals in the forest.

The woman flaunted everything on social media. Every post made me cringe. 'Puppy Training Guide.' 'Puppy's a little naughty today.' 'Out walking my puppy today—have you taken yours out yet?' My fingers burned as I scrolled, my whole body sizzling as though I were being fried alive. I could hardly believe that Colin—my straight-laced, old-fashioned husband of more than a decade—had such a twisted fetish.

The barking of the dogs was so loud because a stranger had come to the place. Bli Ketut Suryapramita took from the cage a 4-month-old puppy who was still fluffy and white and was fat, so calm in temperament. He handed the adorable puppy into JC's arms. "It's called Spice Girl, isn't it cute?" said Bli Ketut Suryapramita. JC lifted the puppy into the air a few times while bursting into laughter. "Oohh she's very cute and calm, my girlfriend will like her, Bli. Are the vaccinations complete?" he said.

And while I knew my own idea wasn’t the best, it had to have been better than this. Darren leaned back in his chair. “Well, I’d like to hear it. Go on, Aria.” Arthur looked like he might keel over, but I nodded and opened my folder. “I was thinking we could set up a ‘Puppy Playground’ in Central Park in the spring,” I began. “A place where dog owners could take their dogs—for free—to play with toys and agility equipment.” Melissa scoffed. “Lunar Labs specializes in nutrition, not parks.”

“Look at you, dressed head to toe in fake brands, pretending to be rich. “Can’t even cough up $2,000! If you can’t afford it, stop acting like you can!” With that, she slammed the door shut behind me so hard that the sound made me flinch. The next day, to my surprise, my boyfriend, Hugo Xavier, walked in with that very same puppy. I took a deep breath and asked, “Did you pay $2,000 for it?” He, casually feeding the puppy, replied, “No, $200. That’s what she posted in the group, wasn’t it?”

Lyra smiled faintly and walked past them, her gaze drifting over the horizon. She found herself in a quiet part of the camp, near the stables, where the puppy lay in the grass. It had grown since she first found it, and the bond between them was undeniable. The creature had become more than just an animal to her—it was a part of her, her fated mate, and with that came a responsibility she didn’t fully understand yet. The puppy had been with her through the darkest moments, and in some ways, it had been the only constant in her life.