Tales From A Not-so-perfect Pet Sitter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

{Why, this little blackmailer,} the camp counsellor thinks to herself, the only tell of her inner turmoil her rapidly blinking eyes. “Well,” Ms. Perfect finally says, “one more reason for us to keep this sleepwalking incident between us. Forgive me for sending you to bed without dinner. In the future, I shall come up with a more effective and suitable form of punishment for you.” “Er, thank you… I guess.” Behind Ms. Perfect, Yssy is noiselessly miming the reaction Whaa? “Would you like to have a late-night snack in the kitchen? I believe there’s some leftover Goldilocks Black Forest cake in my mother’s mini-fridge. She has a sweet tooth, you see.”

“Hello guys, what can we do for you this evening?” I hear the first guy speak to her. “How about you come to sit here on my lap?” “Honey, that ain't happening.” “Well,” The second guy starts. “Where is your pretty friend I saw you with earlier...she can come to sit on my lap.” “Now, boys,” I hear Joanne answer him. “You know we don't work that way.” “I will make it worthwhile,” the second guy replies. “Honey, I don't think you can handle us.”

My name is Jake Miller. I work part-time as a freelance errand runner. Most of my jobs are pet sitting visits—feeding cats and dogs while their owners are away. The work is simple, flexible, and clients usually trust me to follow a checklist: refill water, top off food, take photos, and send updates. One day, I picked up a high-paying errand. The address was in one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods. The note was short: Feed Mimi. Key available at the front gate. Follow instructions once inside.

She had greeted a man who was visibly pale and shaking as he led a border collie into the centre. “I-I...we can’t afford the mortgage,” he stammered as he fought to hold back the tears. “And we can’t find anywhere to rent that takes pets so…” He let the sentence hang. “Don’t worry,” Carine had managed in a thick voice. “This kind of thing happens more often than you think. I just need you to fill in these forms,” she had added, her voice rising to a squeak as her throat closed. “Um, Laura?” She had called friend and bolted for the toilet again.

Grabbing her by the collar, he snarled, "Aren't you the top healer in the Lunaris pack? Why did Zora die? It's all your fault. I'll make you pay for this!" Healer Petra was terrified. Tears streamed down her face as she quickly explained, "This isn't my fault! You didn't tell me Ms. Zora Thorne was poisoned by wolfsbane. It had been so deep in her system that even if she hadn't gone through this surgery, she would've died!" Simon's eyes widened. "She's actually poisoned?" he quavered. "So she wasn't lying!" I once told him I had been poisoned by Laila. But Laila put on a pitiful act and claimed that I was the liar. Even my parents bought her lie.

He was trying to impress Glenn- even though Glenn had already mentioned an internship with RU. I stopped at my condo to change my shoes. I had decided to wear heels into the office today, which I regretted. Even though I didn’t have to get up from my desk often, my feet felt like they were on fire. I met Tim at a pub downtown. He promised me that they had the best burgers in town. He was already waiting for me at the table. When I got there he stood up and gave me a huge hug. “Missed you sis.” He said with a big grin. He then looked down at my belly.

“I am done with the Andersons, I have heard enough with their tantrums. It sickening that they always get their way every single time.” He stared at me, his mouth slightly parted in confusion. “But Sky..... “I raised a palm up to silence him, a defiant look on my face. “No buts, Ed, I need to figure out how to pay my bills. The Andersons won’t” I was done for real this time, done with Tanya and her lies. Done with Steve and his cheating self. Done with Xavier and his schemes. Heck, I was done with the Andersons and their love for power, control, and whatnot

"The guests are waiting for you to make a toast." Stella's gaze swept over me, lingering on my simple black business suit. Then, she smiled. A condescending, triumphant, provocative smile. "Well, if it isn't the legendary Vivian Ross," she purred. "I hear you're in business for yourself in Los Angeles now? It must be so difficult, starting from scratch." Every word was a needle prick. I glanced down at my simple suit, then at their glamorous attire. I was completely out of place. "Uncle Romano," I said softly. "Let's go in."

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"My car died about a mile back and the road just vanished behind me." "Sit down," he replied, already moving to the small kitchen area where a woodstove glowed red. He poured steaming coffee from a battered pot into a heavy ceramic mug and handed it to me, our fingers brushing. "Storm like this can last days. You're not going anywhere tonight." "I'm Nora Kane," I told him after the first careful sip burned pleasantly down my throat. "I'm a travel journalist. Supposed to be writing about people who choose to live off-grid, but I clearly picked the worst possible week to try it."