Shi Chi Puppy Novels & Stories

She crossed her arms. A little, almost-inaudible bark came from the basket and her eyes widened immediately. She threw the basket open at the speed of light. She grabbed the small puppy out of the basket. It was a Lhasa breed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squealed as she held it to her chest. "We've got to get some stuff for your puppy." "Yup" she cooed at it. "Boss man." Scorpion said to Cassy and they exited the room to talk.

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.

Darrion put Shoru down and pointed to the Shishilian dog that was sleeping in the corner. Shoru’s eyes shone interest and sauntered over to the big dog. “That is a very unique puppy. There’s feather on its cheek. What kind is it, windlet-san?” The doctor realized that he wasn’t quite polite to Darrion yesterday, so he changed how he was talking this time. “Yes, she’s one of a kind. Uhh… Feather Cheek Wolf. The doctor at the Midorihoshi Hospital told us that.” “You mean Midoriyama?”

As I was stunned, he lifted my chin with his hand and a nice, deep voice rang in my ear, "Where did this stray puppy come from?"

she explained, and I fell into silence. "Stepanov women mature faster than regular wolves. Their body chemistry undergoes changes by the age of seventeen, allowing their mates to sense them. While they might not fully connect with their mates until eighteen, others can do so right away, though that's a rare occurrence. The accelerated mate recognition is due to our faster maturation," she elaborated, her laughter accompanying her words. "Let's not delve into the biological aspects; it tends to sound primal. But I'm sure you already understand why the scent is so captivating," she remarked, leaving me stunned.

Elegant, leather, custom-engraved with gold. “Happy birthday, princess,” he said, and that was all it took as tears rushed to my eyes as a low bark came from the hallway. My head snapped toward it. And then he came bounding in—a massive ball of white fluff with one snowy paw and eyes like melted chocolate. A Caucasian Shepherd. I dropped to my knees. “Oh my God,” I gasped. “Oh my God Chris! You remembered!” He rushed into my arms, licking my face, tail wagging like mad.

In just twenty minutes, my mother’s assistant gets an address and drives us to the place. It’s a ‘puppy sanctuary’ and they have a lot of different breeds. My mother goes up to all the small, adorable dogs like Pomeranians and Shih Tzus, but that’s not what I’m drawn to. I head towards the larger puppies.

He bounced off my stomach, stumbled, looked up with wide eyes and an immediate apology on his lips. Then his nose twitched. Wolves could scent humans from birth. Even children. Even through masking herbs that were already thinning after days of travel. His eyes went to my hood. To the shape of my face beneath it. "Sorry," he said carefully. Too carefully for an eight year old who'd just bumped into someone. "No harm done," I said, and turned away. We made it thirty feet before I heard him shout. Not words. Just a sound. High and carrying, the way pack wolves signaled danger from childhood. Instinct before thought.

Sarah POV “Mommy, look!” Chloe cried, pointing to an attendant holding a golden retriever puppy that looked about ten weeks old. “What will you name her?” Zane asked, his tone indulgent as the attendant put the puppy on the ground just a couple of feet away from the girls. Chloe looked ready to rush to the puppy, but she restrained herself. I found myself nodding with approval, and she flashed me an indulgent look of her own. Chloe sat on the floor and put her mask down beside her. The puppy looked at her, then slowly came forward to sniff her. Chloe put up her hand, let it get a good sniffing, and then pet the dog gently on her head.

She walks in, and we follow her through the house, she leads us into the garden, my eyes widening and squeals escaping my mouth. "Really, Master?" I look at him, excited. "Yes, kitty, I never forget a childhood wish, so you get to pick one". I nod and walk over to the puppies, opening the pen I walk in and sit down, the puppies climbing on me. "Are they really Tibetan mastiffs?" I look back at Marcus and the women.