Puppy Love Novels & Stories

Krystal was there immediately and hugged me. Titian, on the other hand, first cleared the table, since he had understood that I no longer felt like eating. He and Krys were long past that. "You can't choose who you fall in love with. Love isn't a decision, love is just something that finds its way through the darkest of walls,” she said to me in a soothing voice. I couldn't help her either. Nevertheless, I said energetically: "Love is nothing more than for an ass". My friend chuckled at my statement, but immediately apologized to me, which I didn't blame her for. why? At least I had to suppress a smile.

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!"

"Unless he shows objection by puddling on the floor" "He can puddle all he wants to" Penny said. "He's so beautiful and cuddly and sweet. I don't mind what he does". Jeremy laughed. "How about keeping some of that love for me" he said. "I'm getting jealous" Penny stood up quickly, sitting the puppy on the sofa from where he gazed up at her with mournful brown eyes. She put her arms around Jeremy's neck and drew his face towards her. "Darling, thank you! Thank you terribly" she said, and added after she had kissed him. "You will never need to be jealous anymore, Jeremy. I love you more than anything or anyone in the world"

he murmured, side-eyeing me with a wary look. "Why does she love me?" I whispered, more of a question to myself than to him. "Because you’re the only man who’s taken an interest in her… physically and mentally," Hudson murmured, his voice gentle but firm. I scowled, not liking the implication. "Maybe because you’re her first puppy love that she doesn’t want to lose. First love is like a drug too," he added with a shrug, as if that explained everything.

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 The thing about puppies is that they don’t care if you’ve had a terrible week or if your life is a little bit of a mess. They just bounce. All ears and paws and clumsy joy, like they were born with tiny trampolines in their bones. “Okay, Bean, hold still. Nope! Nope, that’s my braid, Bean, please—”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Then one puppy climbed into his lap. Fair. Immediately. Reasonable. The betrayal. God. Absolute betrayal. Fair. Then Ava laughed. Reasonable honestly. Because everybody saw it. God. The puppy had chosen. Fair. Then Peanut pointed. Reasonable. "Dada puppy." God. Finished. Fair. Case closed. Reasonable honestly. Then Elena picked up another puppy. God. Tiny thing. Fair. Covered in sand. Reasonable. Very cute. God. Dangerously cute. Fair. Then the puppy licked her nose.

I mean, I thought that at one point what me and Tristan had was love, but it seems to me that that really was not the case. But it made me wonder, if love looked different in every relationship, how would you know when someone really loved you? I decided not to let my mind wander too much. I had to go and take care of the pups. I heard they were having cupcakes, because it’s one of their birthdays. I believe it was Adrien’s today. Gosh, these pups were going to be a handful with all that sugar, but I did not mind at all. Those little rascals were just about the only good thing I had in my life when everything else had gone to sh*t.

I whispered, holding the puppy closer as she snuggled against me. “Happy early birthday, baby,” Mr. Black said softly, stepping forward and placing a kiss on my lips. My heart swelled as I leaned into him, my free hand resting against his chest. “Lord, I love you,” I murmured. He smiled against my lips. “I love you more.” For a moment, the world felt perfect. It was just the two of us—and our new little puppy—wrapped up in this beautiful, fleeting moment.

She was the kind who commanded attention without trying. His interest in her grew, and that's when he noticed the pattern. She wasn't just isolated; she was pathetic, too. She was cute in a dumb way. And she was a puppy. A puppy who needed validation, attention, and love. A puppy who would beg and whine for it, and might die if it didn't get them. A puppy who will wait until it gets that love, like Michael had waited that night in the rain for his mother to come back to him. A puppy like Michael, who also used to seek validation, attention, and love, but learned early he'd never get any of those things. He learned early that emotions like that were nonsense and would get you nowhere.