Snuggles Struggles Novels & Stories

I wrap my arms around his massive neck and hug him, letting myself get lost in the moment, but then my ankle reminds me it's in serious pain so I unintentionally made a little squeak. He perks up immediately, ears twitching, and looks at me almost confused as if 'he was asking me why I just sounded like a little mouse and maybe he was right because only weak little mice squeak like that. Honestly Quinn. And before I can stop myself, I felt the need to explain myself…why? I have no cooking clue. "I sprained my ankle while running from that thing you and your friends saved me from," I say, like he can actually understand me.

The realization filled him with regret. Meanwhile, Snow crawled to retrieve her glasses. She put them on, but her vision remained blurry. She took the glasses off and vigorously wiped away her tears, but new ones came rolling down her cheeks. She wore the glasses, although her vision remained a little bit blurry. She crawled again to her clothes and, with the greatest difficulty, she managed to dress herself up. Her entire body shook as she stood up, but she fell. She tried again, and it was the same until she tried the third time and finally stood, although her legs continued to tremble.

Meanwhile Node strained grunting while holding the back of his neck on turning his head spotted the two in such position. “T-time, time out!” Node exclaimed. “We surrendered we can never ever win against you anyway!” He was now standing. “Ouch… my neck I can’t move my neck! Somebody, anybody heal me!” “You. Surrendered?!” Sniffia fumed, staring at Node suddenly sand was thrown at her by Node which he earlier collected from the heavy leaking sand bags tied on his wrist, while distracted by it, Peirce countered Sniffia before she could move reversed the position pinning her to the ground then had his fist gently placed on her forehead.

"You can have your stupid city. All I want is to live somewhere in peace—preferably with Ryan." Courtney laughs. "Do you honestly a hybrid and a human can be in a romantic relationship? You're our food!" Courtney lifts me from the ground again, holding me deathly still while grinning up into my face like the traitorous bitch that she is. I wish I had the necessary strength to fight her. But I'm the weaker species. My vision is flickering. Giving up seems like my only option until I hear this gurgling noise—Cuddles appears out of nowhere, biting down onto Courtney's side with his sharp teeth.

"Honey, I've tried all I can since morning, but Snow won't leave your room. He looks... Off. I think he's sick or something. He hasn't eaten all day, poor thing. Could you check on him? I'm thinking of calling a vet soon," "Sure thing mom." When I head upstairs to my room, I find Snow curled up at one corner looking like a snow ball with his white fur. He looks tired and doesn't move much when he sees me. When I try to touch him, he winces, jerks away and growls. I try to carry him but he cries out in pain. "What's wrong buddy?" I ask, "I need help here!" I yell. Seconds later, Scott is in my room, he locks the door behind him and stares at Snow.

Her hand instinctively reached for mine. "You shouldn't be out here, honey," I said, shaking my head. "Says the woman who just got kidnapped," she countered with an unwavering gaze. "You better stay out of trouble if you want me to stay off my feet, Snugglebug.” Another strained laugh bubbled up from within, but I didn't know how to let it out. I forgot how to. Gabe came closer and I turned to acknowledge him. He knelt before me, trying and failing at smiling. His eyes were filled with a mixture of worry and something deeper - something I couldn't quite name.

Myra said cheerfully and run towards John and hugged him. "How are you? Am I late?" John asked. "No, You are on time, I was getting bored to talking with him," Myra said showing her bored face, making John laugh a little. "Princess /Doll/ Munchkin/ Cupcake/ Angel," Came the Singhania brothers' worried voice. "I am in trouble uncle," Myra murmured, hearing her brothers' voice. "I can not do anything about it," Uncle john shrugged, making Myra sigh.

he snuggles Charlie against his chest and Charlie automatically snuggles, stopping his whimpers. We made our way out of the room and down the stairs. I could not have had a better morning. Now- to eat.

My mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. “I’m thinking.” “About?” I hugged him tighter, almost clinging to him. God… I couldn’t even explain it. I didn’t know why I was holding him so desperately, just that I couldn’t let go. “Hey… careful! You’re squeezing me—gonna break me, huh?” he teased, his voice low, playful. “You don’t like it?” I asked, a little irritated. “I like it,” he murmured, pressing himself closer. “But… you know, maybe we should be careful. Something might wake up.”