Puppylove Novels & Stories

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at him, overwhelmed by how much love he had for her. "Marry me, Grace. Be my wife," Noah's voice was filled with emotion as he uttered those words, his eyes pleading for her answer. Grace stared at him In disbelief, tears trimming down her face "Noah, I—" Grace's voice caught in her throat as a sudden flash of her traumatic past flooded her mind. It was like a dream, but all too real. In this surreal state, she found herself standing on a dimly lit road, surrounded by the heavy scent of car engines, gasoline, and the rusty old truck.

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.

Her eyes searched frantically until she found a secluded spot, hidden beneath a cluster of low-hanging trees. She knelt down, her hands shaking, and gently placed the pup on the ground. Her tiny face was wet with tears, her cries softer now, as if sensing what was to come. Sena bent down and kissed the pup’s forehead. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I love you, how I wish I could watch you grow, and hold you in my arms, but as it seems I will never see you again," her voice broke. She looked into the pup’s eyes, hoping she would understand, though she knew she couldn’t.

“Justice, I love you, but if you tell me I can’t rush fate one more time, I’m going to petition the Moon Goddess to send me a new wolf.” “You know, having a pup isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. They cry and howl. They’re messy and uncoordinated. They get cranky when they don’t get enough sleep and they need never ending attention so they don’t end up killing themselves.” “So… like me.”

I love watching movies. Where I live? I live in a small town named Roselli, weird name right? But there is a legend behind it. There was a girl named Roselli, and she was in love with a guy named Roman, they were madly in love, but Roselli's father didn't approve of their love and married her off to some wealthy guy. cliché right? Roman was so heartbroken that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff into the sea, calling out his love before jumping. Since then this town is lovers paradise, lovers around the world come to visit the spot Roman jumped from and call out their lovers name. Huh? I don't believe in all this I am in love of this place cause it's my home, there are some pristine

He raised his small hand, tapping the paper with his index finger, and then looked back at his mother. "A... a puppy?" Hayes guessed cutely, his little lisp making the word sound incredibly endearing. "Papa buy Hayes a puppy?" Adrian burst into a loud, booming laugh that echoed through the glass panels of the conservatory, his broad shoulders shaking against Lydia’s side. Lydia couldn't help but laugh along with him, a bright, musical sound that filled the entire garden pavilion. She leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss against Hayes’s chubby cheek, her heart completely overflowing with a deep, consuming affection for her son’s innocence.

My face was pale. "How old is the pup?" Rowan pressed his lips together. He looked away, too scared to speak. Tessa, however, released a cloying scent. It was a blatant provocation. "Almost two months. Mine and Rowan's pup." When I heard the answer, I bit my lower lip hard. What a coincidence. Exactly the same age as the pup draining my life right now. My heart felt like it was ripped open by claws. Tears spilled over and burned my cheeks.

Melody places Pearl in her crate, the English cream, puppy groans and releases a slight whine. Her honey brown eyes soften as she gazes up at Melody. “Sorry sweetheart, we’re going out for a bit. We’ll be back soon. I love you.” Pearl shifts her weight, her tail briefly thumps against her pink puppy pillow. She licks the peanut butter dipped bone in the metal bowl.

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

Valen gave a slow smile, one of satisfaction that never quite reached his eyes. “Anita,” he murmured, watching her as she walked away, his gaze fixed on the sway of her hips. He returned his focus to the puppy in his lap. The little dog nuzzled closer into his side, warm and calm. The music shifted. A new song played through the speakers—Gangsta Love Letter by Llona. Valen tilted his head as the melody filled the air, and he began to sing softly with the first verse. The puppy raised its head and looked up at him, ears twitching with curiosity.