Rumah Puppy Novels & Stories

Food, bones, and etc. At one corner set the red dog bed that Summer picked, also a cate in one corner. Leonard still didn't know which one the puppy would prefer. He also bought two posh dog toilets, putting one in this room and the other in the garden. Food dishes, water bowls were set in the room and the garden as he thought it would be the place for him to train the puppy. James took photos and clips of the boss and the puppy with a smile on his face. He was glad that they brought the dog here.

The average female Hellhound had only twelve teats, which explained why the pups had formed such a massive pile. Something pale shifted from behind Bonnie’s leg. I leaned forward and squinted. “Is that another puppy?” “That’s the runt,” Rocco said. The pale puppy was half the size as the others and as pale as a golden retriever. Crawling on its belly, it made a shaky path around its mother’s leg, only for the mother to flick the puppy away with her tail. The little creature slid across the stone floor and stopped close to the bars.

The auburn colored wolf laid on the bed, her head resting on her paws. She was so tired of being locked up in this room and hidden. Her tail thumped on the bed when her mate returned to the room with dinner. She could smell the raw meat. She licked her lips, her whiskers tickling her tongue. There was certainly a lot to get used to being a wolf.

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.

She never wanted to get attached to anything. He carefully put him down as he started sniffing around. He let the dog do that. He'll set up his pee pad and poo pad somewhere upstairs. He doesn't want the dog to cry at night. He'll be terrified and lonely. He went upstairs letting the dog sniff around. He set up a room for the pup just outside their room. He bought a bed for the pup and everything that was needed. The last thing was setting up a dog house outside. Now, he's quite worried about what to do tomorrow. Shall he leave him in the house or take him to the office? The little puppy leaned on his feet and he felt warmth.

Ryan says a big smile on his face, the biggest smile I have ever seen on his face since the day Melody came back, this is all over! "We'll leave tomorrow, go get her," he says, Ryan ran off to catch the puppy, she's busy watching TV, she likes paw patrol, very fitting for a puppy. "We should get her a room ready at home," I say with a smile, we got an extra guest room in our house, she can take that one, we can change it into a nursery, we don't have the alpha's funds anymore, but all three of us have accumulated lot of money over the years.

I ask him "No. Well no one other than myself and the sweet older omega who cleans up the place for me and keeps the fridge stocked. Honestly there are times when I'm not here for days or weeks at a time when things at the pack hospital are crazy intense. I look around and it's absolutely beautiful. The kitchen has marble countertops, stainless steel appliances and a double oven. "I can't wait to cook and bake in here. Especially with our pups." I whisper out." I start picturing the house full of our pups, running around playing, family dinners, birthdays and Christmas. I can't help but smile. "Baby I can hear your thoughts. How many pups do you want anyways?" he asked "Hmmm I'd like at least

Lowering my voice to a whisper I add, “he had quite a bit to drink.” “Oh dear.” Petra frets, anxiously looking around as if needing to make herself useful, “Of course, I’ll put some things together right now.” As she and Eve disappear down the hallway, I take the opportunity to examine the apartment more thoroughly. For as similar as it appeared on the outside, it could not be more different within. Like any other home with children, the presence of a pup is immediately apparent. Paisley’s mark is everywhere I look: from the stuffed animals and toys neatly stacked in the corner of the living room, to the emergency medical equipment by the door.

There were neat rows of small bungalow homes with gardens and sometimes a line of trees demarcating them. There was also a high number of ponds and streams as well as little playgrounds for pups. The whole pack looked unreal. We went past a training ground as we walked. There were a lot of pups training. They should be less than ten or maybe twelve. I was proud to see that there were just as many girls training as there were boys. The pack house is a two story edifice that I was surprised to see. They do have more than they let off. "Your majesties, there is nothing my pack and I cannot achieve, if we want something bad enough we would get it."

The black little puppy jumped outside as it wag its tail. Looking at the mansion, I still can't believe that it is something that I own. This is not exactly mine but, it is. I looked around and saw that there were not many people in there. Maybe it is because of the incident on where maids are abusing him when he was a little. I can remember in his memories that the maids go home after finishing their task. Some were left but they are those who is guarding the gates.