Rumah Puppy Novels & Stories

"Yes. my woman. Only mine. I love you Adhri" His warm talking vibrated on her neck as the butterflies tickled in her stomach. He cuddled her more and she sang a satisfied humming while hugging him naked under the blanket. Later they got up and got ready for their work while leaving the puppies in their yard under their neighbor's guidance with already prepared food and water. She planned to make a pet house but it was yet to be installed. After dealing with the customers in the bank she reached home early and was surprised to find him at home already and spoke.

Hopefully, they will accept me and see me as worthy. We arrived at the recently purchased white mansion. I had seen the building a few times. Jacob wanted to buy it from the developers because it was close to his home. The architecture had discouraged him. It had only seven bedrooms. The remaining rooms were designed for unnecessary things. A dance hall, a library, a gym, a cinema, four parlours, three lounges, a small and large dining room, two breakfast rooms and so on. It was a stupid plan. I doubted that some people would have a need for all that nonsense, but it seems the developer felt it was necessary. I wonder how they will manage in the place. It seemed the Lord bought the house wit

Xena Quinn gave me a once-over from head to toe, her strange expression making me feel uneasy. With a slight curl of her lips, she said carelessly, “Come in.” The place was a small one-bedroom apartment, clearly renovated, and a bit messy. I kept my eyes down and followed her quietly, not wanting to stare. Once inside, she crossed her arms, looking impatient as she pointed to a cage on the floor. “The puppies are over there. Pick one yourself.” I glanced into the small cage where seven or eight puppies were crowded together. It caught me off guard, but since they were her dogs, I kept my thoughts to myself.

“Where are they? Can I see them?” Evelyn chuckled, stepping aside to let her in. “Right this way, honey. They’re in the living room.” We followed her inside, where the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air. The living room was cozy, with a crackling fire in the hearth and a soft rug spread out in front of it. In the center of the rug was a makeshift pen, lined with blankets and filled with a wriggling mass of fluffy puppies. Scarlett gasped, dropping to her knees beside the pen. “They’re so cute!”

I whistled, patting my leg to get their attention. We stepped aside and let them enter the bedroom. It’s bigger than my old apartment, so that it will give them and their puppies plenty of room. They cautiously looked around and inspected the space. They quickly found the food and water bowls. I’m glad we filled them before we brought them over.

“That’s not so bad. At least it’s nothing serious.” The doctor smiled. “However, the poor young pup will be feeling quite rotten the next few days. She’ll need lots of tending too.” Lionel nodded. “I’ll take a few days off. Keep a close eye.” “That’s just as well. The pup told me she wanted her parents to look after her. It’s good for young pups to bond with their parents…makes the inner wolf grow strong.” Katya winced. The idea of playing nurse maid to a sniveling pup was deeply unappealing. She could not bring herself to pass up on such a golden opportunity to insert herself further into the family.

My place was set and ready for a puppy, I had everything set since the day she was born, I was never allowed to get near her, not until she came of age, but I could go crazy getting her room ready. It's a puppy room, filled with toys for both her pet and little side, a small dog bed set on the floor with a canopy around it, a changing table, a rocking chair, bookcase filled with stories appropriate for her, I thought about placing her cage in this room, but then changed my mind and placed it in mine, she won't be using it unless when needed, and better to keep it near me. Even the cage was decorated with cushions, teddies, and fairy light, no lock is needed, it's meant to be a safe place and

Every day, I curled up on the windowsill, watching the sun rise and set. A week later, my mother carried home a small cardboard box. She stroked my hair. "Chloe, open it and see." I heard the sound of claws scratching against cardboard. I opened the box; inside was a pure white puppy. It rubbed against my palm, its wet nose repeatedly nudging the pulse at my wrist. My wolf lifted her head exhaustedly inside me, letting out a very soft whimper for the first time. My mother used her savings to take over a storefront, and we started selling flowers and coffee. I brought the puppy to work with me every day. After a few months, our business was doing pretty well. My mother bought a small house wi

He asks as he looks at the picture, "this one does have a bigger yard, Max would enjoy it." "Max?" I ask and he nods. "Max," he says as he pulls out his phone. He swipes the screen a few times before showing me a picture. "He's my dog, only eight months old." "He is so cute!" I gush as I look at the German Shepherd puppy laying in the grass. "We could always add a pool to the yard. It's plenty big." "And a slide," he smirks as he tucks his phone back in his pocket.

He neither was on sight. The ambience in the house was much too terrifying that it gave her the creeps. It was his aura, excessively dominating and frightening —that was the aura she'd live with for a month. She was thrown out of her thoughts when she heard animal-like whimpers from the left. Before she could turn, she felt something soft swished her leg. Looking down, she saw a perky, tiny golden retriever puppy wagging its tail, its eyes now holding hers.