Puppylove Novels & Stories

If anyone could melt and soften someone’s heart no matter how cold or bad that person might be and no matter what sexuality that is,it will definitely melt and soften that person’s heart. What about yours? Have you melt and someone’s heart? Or are you the one who gets melt and soften his/her heart by someone? Read and support my first BL story:Loving Rain!

Everybody melts in simultaneous utterances of aww. “We heard it barking inside your room a few minutes before you arrived,” Mrs. Lapuz says. “It was as though it knew you were coming.” Kate picks up the robo-puppy, kisses it on the snout and hugs it. “Thank you, Ecto,” she whispers in its ear. Pew pew pew. ****

He says, holding my gaze. I shrug one shoulder. “You’re quite easy to forgive. It is not hard, when we both want the same thing.” “The same thing,” he murmurs, shifting his focus to the boys. “Yes…” The boys come tramping up the hill towards us, a fluffy puppy wrapped in Alvin’s arms. The puppy is the smallest of the pack, with a white stripe running down its face, four white paws, and a copper spot on his rump. “Mama,” Alvin whines softly, and I can see already that his eyes are full of love. “Please, mama…”

The two of them walked out of the room, and Lovey immediately trotted over to Anastasia and began rubbing its head against her legs. With a laugh, she bent down to scoop up the puppy and kissed its soft fur. “Mommy loves her furry baby,” Anastasia cooed, and Lovey responded with an adorable bark that sounded more like a squeak. Damien shook his head, amused by the sight. “You are spoiling her more than you spoil me.”

he says, shaking his head and laughing. Just then his pups descend on me and I scoop one up quickly and coo at it. Ohh, I just ADORE pups that I can love on and give right back to someone else when I’m done! And really, Matthew is a good looking dude, and he and his mate have made some adorable minis. The little girl in my arms has bright blonde curly hair and clear blue eyes. *The males will be lining up for her,* Lucy coos. When a warm and rather possessive arm comes around me, I know whose it is.

Luke, lifted the puppy and then added, "my bad, is a she." "Violet, this puppy is just a baby, like you. So she needs to be treated with respect and care." Luke, brought the puppy closer and this time, Violet, was able to pet her. "Does the puppy belong to someone?" "Hello." We turned to see a girl with blue eyes and Brown hair. "She belongs to me. She's only, 2 months old." "Here, sorry about our daughter chasing her." I apologized. "It's okay, I got distracted, we just moved in today and I was busy and she got out of my sight." She said. "I'm Chloe Bellisario."

It is a scent that speaks of love and protection, a scent that the pups instinctively recognize as their own. In this moment, the room is filled with a symphony of laughter and joy. The sight of the alphas cradling the pups, their faces adorned with smiles, is a testament to the power of connection and the beauty of unconditional love. The pups, in their innocence and playfulness, have managed to captivate the hearts of everyone present, forging bonds that will last a lifetime.

I had been asked countless questions about my hair, and when they didn't seem to believe this mess on my head was natural, I simply let them believe what they wanted to believe. "We're here?" I glanced at the car window. I did notice the familiar street going to the animal shelter we visited a week ago. "I'm sorry I dozed off." "That's fine," Anya innocently and absentmindedly murmured as she fidgeted on the pink leash on her lap. It was a gift from Mr. and Mrs. Bello, her parents, who, after long deliberation and deep thought, finally let their daughter have her first puppy. They said it was a reward for Anya for being a good girl and doing good at school.

Chapter 49. She blinked. ‘What about “Toby”?’ He shook his head. First love… And suddenly it came to him. He typed in a name…was offered the hint again. He tried it again without the capital and he was in. ‘What was it?’ she asked. ‘It’s “harry”. All lower case.’ ‘Harry? Who’s Harry?’ ‘He was a puppy Dad bought him for his fifth birthday. A liver and white springer spaniel. Completely brainless, but it was love at first sight.’

Something special. Leaving the apartment, I make my way to the car and settle in. I pull out my phone, scrolling through ads, looking for that perfect gift. My fingers freeze when I see it—a puppy. A tiny, fluffy ball of fur that’s just waiting for a home. It’s perfect. She needs something to care for, something to love. And the best part? It’s not just for her. It’s for us. Something to connect us even more.