Shark Puppy Novels & Stories

It looked like it had not reached the size of weaning and was very small. Rishik removed his hand from the gun and stared at the dog. "Oh my, it's a puppy!", Upon seeing the puppy, Toshani couldn't stay still and immediately scooped it up in her arms. Rishik said, "Someone must have abandoned it." "So cute. Poor thing, it's all drenched", Toshani carried the dog lovingly. The puppy looked at her with glistening eyes. It was a mutt and nobody could tell which breeds were involved. Its fur was long and fuzzy, so it looked like a ball of fluff.

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."

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.

“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.

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.