Shark Puppy Novels & Stories

Their eyes locked, holding a steady gaze for seconds. “Do not cry, Puppy,” the man used his thumb to wipe away the tears trickling down Elena’s cheeks. “Save your tears for later,” he chuckled. “Please, I beg you,” Elena continued her plea, but her appeals seemed to fall on deaf ears. “Calm down Puppy, I have a surprise for you” The man smirked and cupped Elena’s cheeks.

Once he came out, he grinned at her and kissed her lips. "I have a surprise for you." "I don't care about any surprises. I want my mango float." She said coldly. He reached for something from the car and to her surprise. It's a puppy. It's an American Pitbull Terrier with that night blue fur and a white spot on top of the forehead. She could see that he's healthy and she also confirmed that it's a male. She stared at Connor. "Surprise!" "I don't care about that. I want my mango float."

“Pearl!” Kumahol sa akin ang black na shih tzu. Kinarga ko naman ito at pinugpog ng halik. She’s still a puppy. Bagong bili siya ni Robb, isa sa mga triplets. “Hello wittle girl! Are you my pumpkin, hmm? Are you the boba to my milk tea?” pinanggigilan ko ang cute na tuta. Nakapuyod ang balahibo nito upang hindi matabunan ang mata. Nang mapansin kong hindi magkakaparehas ang kulay ng pang-ipit nito ay napangiwi ako. Agad kong hinalungkat ang basket na dala at kinuha roon ang pouch ko. Buti na lang at may dala akong rubber bands.

Curious, Olivia followed his gaze and gasped softly, her heart dropping at the sight. Nestled near a small cluster of bushes, nearly hidden among the leaves and twigs, was a tiny, trembling puppy. Its fur was a matted mess, and its small paw appeared to be caught painfully in the tangles of underbrush. The poor creature was whimpering softly, its cries echoing the heart-wrenching distress in its eyes, which glimmered with fear and longing for help. The sight tugged at Olivia’s heart, urging her to act as Sebastian’s expression shifted from calm to concern.

“Here.” The guy took the puppy that immediately snuggled into his shirt. The guy sighed. “Shoru. Are you okay?” The puppy only whined. It had stopped crying, but it still looked in shock. The guy held her tight and let her be bundled by the blue scarf. “It’s okay… I’m here…” The guy whispered while patting the pup softly. “I think she’s in shock. You should keep her close, or leave her at home. The wind can get her traumatic after this.” The young man said.

“I’ve just been calling them by their colors for now. This one’s ‘Little Blackie.’ Not very creative, I know.” Scarlett giggled, stroking the puppy’s soft fur. “I think he needs a better name. What about… Shadow?” Evelyn smiled, nodding. “Shadow suits him. You’ve got a knack for naming, sweetheart.” Logan leaned in, his fingers brushing against another puppy, this one a sandy brown with white paws. “What about this one?” Evelyn chuckled. “That’s ‘Sandy,’ but I’m sure you can come up with something better.”

"Indeed it is, little sister. Happy twenty-second." My gaze drifted back to the puppy, who had now decided my covered arm was a giant, delicious chew toy. A white American Eskimo, all soft fur and disproportionately large paws, with those impossibly cute, intelligent beady eyes. It was staring up at me, its small nose twitching. "Is this… a birthday gift?" I asked, a dangerous edge to my voice. I was trying very hard to keep my composure, but the thought of a living, breathing creature that would need me, that would depend on me, sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me.

‘They make her sound like she’s perfect. Katya figured Vera only wanted to ‘comfort’ Katya with her explanations. But Patti...Katya knew she was snubbing her. It was only through the pups sneaky looks that she recognized the slight cat-like slant to the pup’s eyes. It angered her. How could that weak, disgusting excuse for a pup have inherited any of Katya’s perfection? To have the arrogance to be so pathetic and walk around with evidence of Katya’s noble lineage. It was this realization that also allowed Katya to decipher the haughtiness lurking in the pup’s gaze as she exalted Lupa’s virtues.

Vicky had no idea about the commotion at home, and the puppies didn't care - they were too busy having the time of their lives with their new playmate. Vicky's childhood experience of playing with puppies left an indelible mark on his life. The trauma of being lost, yet finding joy with those playful creatures, remained etched in his memory forever even still he was a youth of twenties. His affection for puppies only grew stronger with the passage of time, and their soft fur, gentle whines, and joyful yelps continued to enchant him.

He holds the tiny strip of paper in front of the puppy. “May I read it?” Sky asks, and he complies. “Our puppy’s name is Chinook.” “Uncle Levi will be so happy,” Tyler cheers.