Sad Puppy Stories Novels & Stories

Her own creation and the first installment of a series of children’s books involving a very special brown shepherd dog named Max and his adventures with Scotland Yard. The sounds of laughter echoed around her and she looked up to see Derek’s family approaching, followed close behind by the brown dog and Creighton’s parents. Sabrina had moved to Paris in an attempt to put the past behind her and had found a rather attractive photographer to start dating, though Sandra knew her heart was still very much attached to Giovanni. Donato had remained in Italy to run that end of the business and after a while, Sandra had managed to get him and Creighton together for a polo charity event. The two men

she started cradling him in her arms, while the little dog lifted his head to try to reach her face with his tongue " You and your little brothers must be feeling lonely, right? I wish I could take you all home... “I wish all the people here thought the same as you. “ an unknown voice commented, finally making them notice the presence of a boy sitting in a chair at the side, seeming to be responsible for those puppies “ You know, all these guys came from a municipal kennel and have some health problem, be it internal or external. The one you're holding is Matilda, by the way. “ he pointed out and she realized that, in fact, some of them did seem to be suffering from mange issues, had one of

This asshole, how does he have this effect on me when he's not even my mate. "I know you want me, Staz." He whispered in my ear while nipping at my ear. What was bad is I did want him. I felt a burn that no matter how much I tried to fight it would never go away. "Please, Emilio, I c-can't" I replied. No matter how much I wanted him I could never give in. Since you're supposed to save yourself for your mate. The legend goes that if you have sex with someone who isn't your mate it will cause your mate immeasurable pain. Before they even know they are mated to you, some wolves didn't care about that and did it anyway. It always lead to immeasurable pain and lack of trust when they would meet t

She was tired, scared and weak . The pain became unbearable for her, her spirit left her soul. Even her kegs failed to shake as it was in the beginning. Her body turned red, purple and pink. She wondered why her family hates her so much. " No" Sadie shouted and passed out. The scene changed to her looking so worn out. Sadie felt so hungry, she gets to steal their leftovers a few few times. Sometimes, she'd eat the dog food to stay alive. Maybe one day, they will change and love her like they do to her two younger sisters.

My heart belongs to Malek’s birth mother, and I never give Sade any reason to believe she will ever sit in the Luna's chair. Just like I told my son, my wolf does not like her. I walk down the stone stairs with a hard face, noticing the white linen bandage wrapped tightly around Sade’s arm. “I am sorry my pup’s fangs drew your blood,” I say coldly. Sade quickly waves her hands, trying to look soft. “It is nothing, really. I am just so worried about the little master. He threw a massive tantrum the second he smelled me today. Is it because I have been away inspecting the border mines for too long that his wolf became distant from my scent?”

Behind the pack territory's hills, I knelt on the ground, holding the ice-cold body of my five-year-old son in my arms. The pain was so deep I couldn't breathe. Ash had always been such a good boy. He never cried or made a fuss. Even though his broken wolf made him far weaker than the other children, he never once complained. And I couldn't even protect his chance to live. The wolves of our pack are different. Every pup must undergo their first shift at five. But Ash was born with a broken wolf and couldn't complete the shift.

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—”

There was a hole nearby with a pup inside it. It was gaunt and weak. One of its legs was injured, so it could not even stand properly. I gently picked it up for a better look. “You don’t have a family either?” The pup did not struggle to break free. It stuck its tongue out to lick my tears away, as if it was trying to take my sorrows away. I looked at the docile pup and thought, ‘The Moon Goddess must have sent him so that I wouldn’t be alone.’ I brought the pup back to the house where I lived before I got together with Jacob.

Richard was still holding me. He knew me, he knew me too damn well. "Here... give me your keys, let me put your stuff inside. Let's go, I'll take you back to your place. You're in no condition to drive. I'll take a cab back. Come on." I was too sad, too tired to argue with him. All these mixed feelings that I have towards James, being a sugar baby, my frustrations with my parents, Ashley and Nicole, and also Richard.

Story written with a randomly generated story as the base. Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry. He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.