Sad Puppy Stories Novels & Stories

His roar filled the cabin again. "Now, where were we?" She studied him for a moment before continuing. "I want to tell you a story." Mandy then poured out her soul. She spoke about her father, Malcolm the rapist. She told him about her childhood and the loneliness she felt. Then, told of her brother and his struggles to feel accepted. Large tears rolled down her cheeks when she explained about Emily coming into their lives. Her story ended with kidnapping Honey and all that happened until they arrived in bear territory. Tyboll's head and eyes were turned away from her by the time she finished.

“I’ll need a little more information than that to go on. What am I working with?” “A wolf who’s sweet, honest, and abused at every turn is my suspicion. If I understand, she’s paying for her parents’ audacity to walk away from the abuse and take her with them. Now her cousin uses every opportunity to shove this down her throat by forcing Sapphire to do every chore and dirty job no one else will. That’s after she works at the Black Hole Café all day. She’s been sleeping in a pantry closet among the dry goods to boot.” “So, you’re saying this meek mouse needs to find the wolf inside? Great, and how did you get her away from this uncle? Inquiring minds want to know.”

I said to Adrian, my heart full of appreciation, 'Thank you for sharing these stories with me. He replied, "It is my pleasure." Zavier's journey, from being a spirited pup to becoming the Alpha he is today, is a captivating tale of personal growth and unwavering resilience. And you, Sophia, have become an integral part of that story. You have shaped his life in ways he never imagined. I smiled. I could feel the warmth of the campfire and the camaraderie of the pack surrounding us. The stories told by Adrian had provided me with a more profound comprehension of both the man I deeply cared for and the pack that had become my own family.

Not only have I probably lost my mate for good, but I also lost the only hope I had for my pack surviving. "Fuck, I feel like snapping her neck” my wolf, Knox, growls. “The feeling is mutual,” I tell him. “Although I want her confession first before I execute her.” After her arrest, Pip told me about how Sadie's crush on me continued even after we were older. She told me that she once told her that she loved me and that she'd one day be my mate. Pip didn't take it seriously and thought that whatever she was feeling would fade with time.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Tell me a story," she sobbed into his tunic. "Make me laugh. Make the voices stop." Finn held her. He rocked her back and forth, like a child. "Once..." Finn whispered, his voice shaking. "Once, the little rabbit tried to jump over the moon. He missed. He fell into a pond." Miya let out a wet laugh. "Did he drown?" "No," Finn said softly, stroking her hair. "The frogs saved him. They made him a lily-pad boat."

Sandra went wild, striking Grayson over and over, her face twisted and frightening. Bobby pushed at Grayson too, his small hands shoving with all his strength as he shouted, "Bad Daddy! You're my daddy! Your house, everything you have—it should all belong to me and Mommy!" Grayson's gaze hardened. "Did you teach him that, Sandra? When did I ever say that everything I have belongs to you?" Sandra stared at him as if the answer were obvious. "You want to be with me, don't you? Once I become your wife, everything you own will belong to me and Bobby."

The hearts of Ethan, Lee, Ryker, and Tony would melt every time Sadie shed a tear. This time would be no exception. Sadie had suffered so much overseas. Apparently, she was scavenging trash cans for scraps when Ethan found her. In my fathers’ minds, Sadie was vulnerable and far more deserving of sympathy than I, seeing that I lived a life of privilege in the last sixteen years. After Sadie apologized repeatedly, the dads sighed and softly persuaded her to stop crying. Though Ethan remained low in mood, he said, “It’s not your fault. Niamh traumatized you.”

Brad pleaded and tears formed in her eyes. "I can't, I'm so weak, heartbroken, bittered and so sad. This is just too much for me to bear, Brad. Why us? Why our friends? Why Drake of all people? He was so kind, sweet, loving, jovial, caring, hard-working, and the list goes on. He was too good to have left the world so soon. Why would anyone take such a cool-headed guy away from the Earth without even letting him enjoy the fruit of his labour, why Brad?" Nicole sobs and Brad was at the brim of tears as he watches his girlfriend weep.

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.

After ignoring Connor and sleeping by herself, she suddenly felt something scratching on her door. She sat up like a zombie with dark circles in her eyes. She went to the door and opened it. She found that puppy sitting in front of her, looking up at her like a lost one. Her heart melted yet she still felt that pain. It was the exact breed of puppy that she had to kill. Suddenly, tears started rolling down her cheek and she reached the puppy, gently hugging it. She closed the door and rushed to the corner of the bed, sat on the carpet, and hugged it.