Courage The Cowardly Dog Reboot Novels & Stories

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

"See? Our pup's adorable!" A mottled-furred pup blinked up at him. Right on cue, James gasped like he deserved an award. "Wh-What is this? Avril! You DARE betray me?!" His roar blew the doors wide open—wolves flooded in. Seconds later, the birthing suite was packed wall to wall. Camilla barreled in first. The second she saw the pup's fur, she lost it. "Moon Goddess! You filthy bitch!" she shrieked. "You TAINTED my son's bloodline? James gave up EVERYTHING to be with you—a Silverlune white wolf! Was that not enough? You went and spread your legs for some OUTSIDER?"

He touched his face, feeling the hot, metallic wetness, his mind going completely blank. I crouched down in front of her. "Do you know why the spicy eating competition, which was supposed to happen six months from now, started today instead? "After I came back, I noticed you'd changed. You weren't as ruthless with me as before. So I reached out to the organizers and threw in a few hundred thousand dollars to move it up." "Because I remembered that a year ago today, you drew the bellflower." I chose the same moment three years later to draw the reversed version. Then, I soaked that rare black bellflower I had spent forever tracking down with her blood.

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

But once again, she kicked the dog away with a swift kick. Oreo cowered and tucked its tail between its legs, losing all courage to enjoy the treats in its bowl. The dog curled up in a corner, resembling a remorseful chill and evoking a sense of pity.

I nodded at him while scrunching my face in mock disgust. “What about the company issue? I can find the person who started the rumor.” He walked toward me and handed me a big brown envelope. “Don't bother, shadow’s already on it.” Shadow like his name, has been working for me behind the shadows. I saved him and his only family, his grandma some years ago and when he decided to repay me by being my shadow. On the nation's database, he's a soldier who died in action but in reality, he's alive. Asides from myself and his dead grandmother, no one knows his real name of how he looks.

00:02. Ben hit the Enter key. "BAD DOG!" Ben yelled. The Hound froze in mid-air. The red lights on its collar turned blue. The countdown stopped at 00:01. The Hound landed heavily on the platform, inches from Ben's feet. It sat down. Its mechanical tail wagged once, stiffly. "Did you..." Hailey stared, wide-eyed. "Did you just hack a werewolf?" "I... I reprogrammed its IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) tag," Ben stammered, his knees shaking so hard he had to sit down. "I told it that 'Self' equals 'Target'. It... uh... it thinks it's the enemy."

“And a corporate acquisition that’s going to collapse publicly.” Another pause. “And later this year, three firms we’re connected to will restructure. It’ll look unrelated.” I meet their gaze. “It’s not.” The room stills. Not convinced, but no longer joking. “Okay,” Carter says. “Let’s say, hypothetically, we entertain this.” A pause. “You’re telling us you died, came back, and decided to do a second run?” “Yes.” “That’s… a lot,” Cole mutters. “No kidding,” Cian adds.

Davien nudged Ansel warningly, but I could only chuckled, rolling my eyes to another direction as if Cain was invisible to me, even though he was standing right in front of me. He wears his usual mischievous and sickening grin as he chews a gum loudly, his hands packed in his pocket. “I can’t believe that bitch was right. And this only shows the reason why you were able to hide from me all these months. Congratulations.” “I think I heard a dog barking in the distance,” I glared at Cain, my anger, hatred, resentment, resurfacing like a fuse, “Right, Ansel?” “Yes, and this one doesn’t have a tail, neither a collar nor an owner. Just a stray, a total eyesore.”