Westiepoo Puppy Novels & Stories

I fall to my knees and she comes closer to me, chuckling. “Hey, babe. No, we aren’t dead.” I go to ask where we are when I hear a low whimper. I look down and see a pure white pup with a crescent moon on it’s forehead and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. They sparkle like sapphires. Looking at Aura and the pup, I gasp and cover my mouth, shaking my head as tears brim in my eyes. “Destinee, this is Celeste. My pup. She is Dahlia’s wolf.” I choke on a sob as Aura nudges the pup towards me.

Sophie asked pointing at the screen. “Yes. Werewolf pups grow faster than human babies. Your pup is about the same size as a 12-week human baby. When you come in for your 12 weeks scan your pup will be more like a 24-week human baby.” The portable machine whirled before spitting out two snapshots of our pup.

Seeing that he caught Celeste’s gaze, he smiled, tongue hanging out and tail wagging excitedly. “Mommy, look… That dog cute!” She pointed at the puppy. Cecilia walked closer to the puppy, “Do you like this puppy?” Celeste nodded, “Yeah! Can we?” “Of course, we can baby.” Cecilia then proceeded to complete the adoption papers for the little golden puppy. “This puppy is named Leon.” The staff said as she gave the leash to Celeste. “Wow! He look like a lion! Cute!” The little girl cheerfully smiled as she tightly held Leon’s leash.

He said rubbing one of the puppy’s head. We know they will have a great home with you, and they’ll get to travel the world. Sandy chirped. What breed are they? How old are they? I asked. They are huskies, and they are three months old and are current on their shots, the vet even gave them a clean bill of health and travel certificate. Jason said with a smile. You know just in case anyone wanted to travel with them. He grinned. The little sneaks, they knew what they were doing. The puppies were sitting next to me when they lifted their heads and their ears pinned back to their little heads and started growling. I chuckled and looked up to see Damien walking towards us. Who do we have here?

A pup his father stammers out. Yes a pup. She is just over six weeks. We're expecting a baby girl it was all suppose to be a surprise for you and mom but you kinda exposed it before we could tell you guys. Looking from me to my bump his father to aaapproaches and Zeke steps forward protectively. Step aside son let me take a look at your mate. Looking back at me Zeke takes a step to the side but not moving to far away. May I he asks approaching me with his hand out letting me know he was referring to my bump.

I started at him intently, waiting for him to speak. “Come sit on the bed and I’ll explain”. He stood up holding out his hands for me. I put my hands in his and he gently pulled me up. We went out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed facing each other. I looked at him again waiting for him to explain. “What do you want to know?” he asked crossing his legs. “Pups?” I said looking at his face. “Pups are wolf kids, little kids before they have had their first change. Once they change, they are young wolves or just Weres, until they are named otherwise”

Krysie wasn't able to finish her sentence when Carson called a maid to ask for ice cream in the fridge. Atasha came to her, wiggling her tails. A smile curved up her lips when the puppy sat on her lap. She patted Atasha's head and the puppy closed her eyes, looking too comfortable with her which she finds cute. "Atasha," she mumbled. "Beautiful name for a puppy like you." She looked at Carson. "How old is she?" "One," he replied. "Bichon Frise dog." She nodded her head while petting Atasha's head. She looks so cute. Her white fur added more to her cuteness. Krysie wants to pinch the dog's face but she's afraid she might get her hurt.

Issa, her grey wolf, lay curled around six tiny babies. One was pale grey and white. Another, a deep orange. A third matched Issa’s grey. The fourth had silvery flecks scattered through its fur. And the last two were pitch black, like shadows with paws. “Oh my heavens, they’re so cute!” I squealed, giddy as a child. Caden laughed. Baylee’s face lit up with the first smile I’d seen all day. “What are they?” Drake asked, pointing to one of the black pups. “I love that one. It’s so fluffy!”

Its pink tongue lolled out of its mouth as it panted happily. Damien crouched down, immediately scratching behind the pup's ears. "Awwww. What's the name?" The woman holding the leash smiled. "Suzie. She's a Labradoodle, six months old." "Well, hello, Suzie. You look like a good girl. Are you a good girl?" Damien cooed, speaking in a baby voice. The puppy yipped back at him excitedly. He turned to me, shifting to make room. "C'mon, Jack."