Novelas y relatos de Snowball From Life Of Pets

A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs. "Tristan!" Shunee screamed and sprinted to him instantly glowing casting an orb of protection over the injured Royal. "MATE!" Rex’s wolf bounded to his side, but bounced off Shunee's orb. Not liking being kept apart from Tristan even for healing, so he paced a circle around him and the beta, waiting for his mate to wake up. The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down.

I don't want to die. Then its rough tongue dragged up my hand, nudging me with its muzzle. Slowly I lowered my hands away from my eyes, still avoiding its gaze. A soft buzzing noise ripped from its throat as it licked my cheek. I gasped, a fluttery feeling stroking my belly. Was he making friends, or did this panther like to play with his food first? A bubbly sensation filled my heart when he nuzzled me with his massive head, much like our barn cat Mitzy used to do. I hesitantly stroked his face. "What did you do with the professor, sweet boy? Did you eat him, huh?"

“We ate the rose petals. Tasted like gasoline and regret. Best night ever.” Brianna laughed wetly. “That’s your advice? Eat flowers?” “No. Show up. Even when it’s messy.” She stared at him. “When’d you get so good at this?” “I’ve got a great therapist. And a shitty best friend who forces me to talk about feelings.” She kissed his cheek. “Thanks.” “Anytime.” He limped toward his car. “Now go eat some metaphorical roses.” Sophie’s Bedroom – 11:43 p.m.

Louisa's POV "No, Will. You can't take Snow away as a pet. She's Mr. Weasel's family." I said to Will as he was holding the small white weasel in his arms. "But she's so fluffy and soft. And she likes me," Will said. Snow, the small white weasel, which looked exactly like her father, was wrapping herself around Will's arm. "Look, daddy. This boy is like a tree!" Snow said. "Come down here, Snow! That vampire kid wants to take you away and suck all your blood!" Mr. Weasel sounded very nervous.

He laughed before he looked at me. “well, I was a man of tradition. My bride-to-be was coming for the first time into the threshold so why not make it memorable as I can,” he whispered before his head was coming closer to mine. I hitched a breath but I was closing my eyes when I can sense something was coming from the bedroom. “Meow~~~” a voice startled me as I looked away from his handsome face to a beautiful little creature at his feet. He grunted. “Snowball,” he said before I got out of his arms. I stood on my feet and I scoot down to look at the cat. It has one green and one blue eye and its fur was white as snow.

Reaching out, she wanted to hug Snowball, but Ethan pulled her into his arms. "Don't touch it, Liv. Snowball was poisoned." The blood that flowed out of its body wasn't crimson but black. Olivia couldn't consider those things right now. She threw herself at Snowball at the risk of her own life. "Snowy, wake up! Open your eyes and look at me!" "Liv!" Ethan hugged her tight with both arms, stopping her from touching Snowball's body. Sharon was quick to react. She hastily got someone to clear up Snowball's body.

I watched all of it — Mommy deteriorating in the facility, Maya learning to live in a wheelchair, Dad drinking himself into an early death in some distant territory. A wolf pressed against my leg — small and old, with a white muzzle and cloudy amber eyes. Her name was Snow. She was my wolf — the one I never got to grow up with. We never even had the chance to meet. Snow looked up at me and her tail moved once, low and slow. It was time to go. I knew she was right.

A low growl has me looking all around us, the tree line so thick that it’s impossible to tell where it’s coming from, but there’s a lightness to it where Corbyn jumped, that wasn’t there before. Corbyn hasn’t moved. He’s standing casual as ever, smug as the golden hair of the wolf makes itself more known. It has to be her. And I’m going to die in this water, just like I always should have. The light-colored wolf leaps to break through the tree line, but it stumbles with a high-pitched whimper and crashes onto the edge of the water.

The only thing on her mind now was this fucking snowball. Snowball’s blue eyes flickered towards me, and he yawned, I could tell it was mocking me—guess it’s not Thorne I should be worried about, it’s this stray white British shorthair kitten with blue eyes. “You want to go to daddy?” She asked it, as she glanced at me, and that thing better not come near me, I would throw it out the window. “Little snowball.” “How do you even come up with such a name?” I asked curiously.

The puppy was undeniably cute, with a white, fluffy body. "Mom, look at this puppy, quick! I named it Snowball, isn’t it cute?" Lune's eyes shone, and she was very excited. She liked small animals. Baby animals like this would surely keep her hooked. Sonnet reached out, touched the little puppy, and smiled at Lune. "It's so cute!" "It's too adorable. I love it so much!" Lune said sincerely, rubbing her little face against the puppy's head. Sonnet followed Lune into the room. Johnson was sitting on the sofa, feeding two little parrots with melon seeds.