Steven Universe Pumpkin Dog

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police. Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered. I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby. He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

My Alpha brother's Omega assistant had always wanted to be Luna. She didn’t know my identity and she mistook me as a rival trying to steal her place. She framed me for theft and tortured me without mercy. As I lay dying, it was my old companion—Rex, the Siberian war dog who had fought beside my brother and earned the highest military honors—who sacrificed his life to protect me. She dragged me by my hair, smugly satisfied, and threw me before the crowd like refuse. In her hands, she flaunted her "gift" made from Rex's fur. She had no idea she was about to face the fury of the entire werewolf world.

Avan Allen is a teenage inventor who creates a one of a kind invention that can transport people and objects from one universe to the other. Elated by how well it works, he's certain he'll win the prestigious annual teen inventing contest but accidentally brings a teenage boy called Travis from a parallel universe to his universe. When his invention gets mysteriously stolen, he and Travis, with the reluctant help of his twin sister, Aimee, must find it before the contest and in order to take Travis back to his universe. Will they be able to find the invention in time for the award?

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

Xena Quinn posted in the homeowners' group: “Anyone interested in adopting a puppy? $200 each.” I took her at her word and rushed over to adopt one. When she opened the door and saw me, her expression immediately soured, clearly disgusted. “What? A woman?” She quickly raised the price to $2,000 per puppy, and I was so pissed off I just turned around and walked out. The next day, my boyfriend, Hugo Xavier, bought the dog for the original $200 price. Before I could even process what had happened, the doorbell rang. There she was, standing at the door in a revealing nightgown. “Hugo, are you home? I came to check on the puppy.”

"GO! LEAVE, TERRENCE! LEAVE, NOW!" Chandra shouted, throwing a piece of a pebble from her hand, freezing the pack of werewolves, buying us time. "I can't just leave like this! I need to talk to Amara." "We have no time for that. And there's no reason for you to talk to her either. Just go and live a life." I didn't realize, tears started to overpower me, I couldn't do anything as it just mirrors what my heart truly feels. The life I had before I knew who I am is not exactly what I wanted, but what I needed. I didn't even know that I didn't want that life. After entering the portal that leads into the werewolf realm, that's when I knew and finally recognized what I feel. When I was a kid, I always thought that knowing my identity is my ultimate goal in life, so I bet on it. Little did I know, I brought chaos into my life, and it only started when I met Amara. But somehow, I'm growing to love the chaotic life she has given me. How could I go back into my family again if I'm getting curious to know her every single day?

A girl who decided her future with the one who was chosen for her by the elders long ago and fought with the people who says even a word regarding the madness of it. The guy who doesn’t want this, thinking it as madness and wants to have the future in a way how he decides it and chooses it. What happens when the reality crashes upon the girl and the guy cannot do anything to go along with his wishes and those two get thrown together? A married life started with too much of baggage in each of their minds and confusions regarding how to take any step in it without wobbling. Let’s see whether maybe their wobbling can help them…

เมื่อเขาคิดจะรัก ขณะที่เธอนั้นมีพันธะผูกพัน รักนี้จึงต้องระวัง เหมือนดังคำที่คุ้นเคย love me love my dog. จึงเป็นที่มาของความรักในครั้งนี้ แพทย์หญิงผู้มากด้วยความสามารถและประสบการณ์ แต่ทว่าหมอใบบัวกลับครองตัวเป็นโสด พร้อมกับเรือพ่วงที่หลายคนไม่อาจรู้ได้ว่าบิดาของหนูน้อยเป็นใคร แพทย์หญิงตั้งครรภ์ตั้งแต่เมื่อไหร่กัน จวบจนกระทั่งมีผู้ชายคนนั้นเดินเข้ามาในชีวิตของเธอ

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

The perpetually 17-year-old Rose Cristian has resurrected. Again. She has to. Otherwise, the evil witch Joanna would succeed in ending the world. Rose isn't worried, though, she has vanquished the enemy several times before and will do so again. Only this time, Joanna's become more powerful and it might be Rose's first loss in their 500-year-old war. That is unless Rose gains access to an ancient curse that's fatal to the witch. The catch? She has to marry the mysterious and brooding Jericho in order to activate the curse. Despite an obvious physical attraction, Rose just can't seem to like her husband and he seems to feel the same. So it's always sarcasm and fistfights whenever they're together. Add into the mix her newfound warrior team: the morose werewolf Ty and the clumsy wizard Trick. Will Rose succeed in her task this century or will she finally breathe her last?