Courage The Cowardly Dog Reboot Novels & Stories

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

​I reached the wooden table just as Victor’s hand emerged from beneath it, his trembling fingers desperately trying to position his thumb over the detonator's red button. ​Using my momentum, I leaped. My newly integrated muscle memory took complete control of my limbs. I spun, swinging my boot in a swift, powerful kick. ​Crack! ​The steel toe of my combat boot connected dead-on with Victor's wrist. He let out a pathetic shriek as the black detonator was violently knocked from his hand, sailing through the air and landing harmlessly in a patch of weeds yards away.

I was startled and quickly lowered my head. "You will be punished for keeping me waiting, but let's finish the main business," He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. What a reasonable man! He is taking me to the hospital to treat my wounds then he will take me back home to inflict another wound. A sob left my lips while tilting my head to glimpse outside. However, the horrendous sight I saw made me startled. It was the face of the woman I was reborn to! No wonder the name Alyssa Arnold sounded familiar when the maid called it. It was the face of a popular blogger. I guessed I didn't see it well when I looked in the mirror because of the blood splash. Now, the blood has been washed away

Kisa shuddered in fear. However, the warm, big hand grasped her even tighter. She gave it some thought and eventually did not fling the person's hand away. For some reason, Kisa felt a mixture of emotions as they got closer to the two jailers. The subordinate glanced at them and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Kooper. Even though the dogs in this village bark loudly, they don't bite. They don't bite me when I stand still; they just bark at me like mad."

"You're committing a crime! I'm calling the police! I'm getting the building manager!" "Call whoever the hell you want!" Tom shoved George aside and slammed the security door shut. The impact shook the doorframe so hard that dust fell from it. When he turned back around, Tom's face was full of hostility. "Bunch of cowards trying to scare me? As if."

“I’ve kept quiet all these while and let you do whatever you want, not because I don’t know what to do with you but because I just don’t have you time!” “Don’t let me consider your case Novan, you won’t like yourself!” I warned sternly my eyes staring fiercely into his, I could see fear in his eyes and how speechless he was , it’s always the cowards who know how to shout best. I realized that there was nothing about Novan to be scared about. For him to comfortably raise his hands and hit me all those years, it only meant that he was and still is a coward, a very worthless piece of shit, a jerk who isn’t even worthy of my fear. I just knew that if I did not confront him, he’d hinder my plans

I said firmly, stepping forward, closing the space between us, poking the middle of his chest roughly with my finger, "You're a dog in a costume, A weapon Vladislav sends to do his dirty work. I'm not scared of you." Another laugh. "A dog?" He stepped into me now, and I had to fight not to take a step back. "You think I'm a dog on his leash?" His voice was dangerous. Almost gleeful in its cruelty. "You think you've figured us out because he let you talk to him? Because he let you stand in his office and plead for your life?"

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

“Give it back! Give my head back!” “How about I give you a piece of my f*cking mind instead, you lil b*tch?!” Javier snarled as he whacked the dog with the stick. He had been lulled into believing that this con-dog had been stopped from terrorizing others, but holy hell, this was no dog! This dog was straight-up magic! It cosplayed a ghost at night for a living! Who the f*ck in their right mind would believe this if they did not see it!

“Come on, get your fight on.” Loyal to our cause, Gawain, Tameka, Kenzie, and Kourtney dispersed seamlessly, each engaging in their individual skirmishes, determined to emerge victorious. In the heat of the moment, there was no room for hesitation, only a raw, instinctive drive to overcome the opposition. A mad, bestial bawl rumbled under the sun and the ground quaked with giant paws. “Lykoan!” Zebeon yelled. “Call off your dogs, or I’ll make your whore drink the fucking serum.”