Creepypastas Smile Dog Novels & Stories

Fair. Tiny puppies. Reasonable. Dirty puppies. God. Hungry puppies. Fair. And Peanut was feeding them crackers. Reasonable honestly. Her own crackers. God. Then silence. Fair. Complete silence. Reasonable. Nobody moved. God. Then Peanut looked up. Fair. Saw everyone. Reasonable. Then smiled. God. The biggest smile. Fair. Then proudly announced: Reasonable honestly. "My puppies." God. Finished. Fair. Absolutely finished. Reasonable. Then Ava started laughing.

" He tried to make the dog go away but failed miserably . He slipped from the car but quickly ran upward and that's it I burst into laughing . I laughed so hard that tears started coming from my eyes " IF YOU ARE DONE LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC THEN COME AND TAKE THIS DOG AWAY " He yelled at me but flinched when the dog barked at him. I went toward them with a smile " Aww... You are so cute " I couldn't help but adore the dog . It's not even a dog, it's a puppy . I gave him a look " it's s puppy "

Feeling proud of myself, I let the warning be much clearer, added with my eyes reminded the poor dog, “I wasn't really yummy, you don't believe? Well, the last time a mere creatures dare to eat me, it died miserably! You were different, so be a man, hm?” I manage to smile as if a puppy trying to say that I'm hungry. But then he close the distance with me, and I could feel his warmth breath as he whispered that shocked me, “I'm hungry, why not let me eat you, woman? I'll judge if you're yummy,” He clear his throat, softy added, “Well, you sure are yummy when you were in my arms. You wont be hurt, stubborn woman, so let me eat you, hm?”

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

He stroked it once, slow, smearing the wetness. But then he grinned, that filthy, wicked smirk. “Not yet. Brought something fun.” He reached into the grocery bag he’d carried in and pulled out a pack of hotdogs—thick, smooth, glistening with that cheap processed sheen. My stomach flipped. “You’re gonna take these first. Get you nice and sloppy for me.” My cock jerked hard at the words. “Fuck… yes.”

Circling him like sharks as he drops onto an overturned crate in the center of the room. He pulls a cigar from his jacket, lights it with a silver Zippo. The flame casts shadows across his face that make him look like something from a horror movie. The dogs settle around him. One on each side. Both scarred to hell. Ears torn. Faces marked with old wounds that healed wrong. The one on his left is missing half an ear. The one on his right has a slashed eye just like Tristan's. Milky white. Useless. They're monsters. Just like their master.

She wore black-framed glasses, and freckles adorned her cheeks when she had no makeup on. Nevertheless, she looked cute. "I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep," he apologized with a meek smile. "Take the piggie. It's my apology." Persephone glanced at it. There was a cartoon that had recently gained popularity in Southeast Aciatic. The main character of the cartoon was the pig that Christopher was holding. Everyone loved it for its cuteness, causing the price of the merchandise to skyrocket, eventually leading to them being sold out. He wore a warm smile, reminiscent of the Southeast Aciatic sun, as he waved the plush toy in his hand.

And I like playing that game. The fake is often more delicious than the real. "Are you going to add cheese?" I ask, watching him. "Of course. Madame is demanding," he says with that half-smile he serves me when he wants to make me believe he's still capable of irony. He isn't anymore. Not really. Since she left, he's become docile. A kind of dog beaten too long who ends up licking the hand of the executioner. And that smile , I stole it from Gracias.

“Usually right when you’re convinced your life is boring.” “And then, on that same street I walked past every single day, Jake appeared.” I laughed softly at the memory, the kind of laugh that only comes from remembering something so old it has already become part of you. “He was a pug. Tiny. Ridiculously stupid-looking.” I smiled faintly out the window. “If someone walked past him, he wouldn’t even turn his head properly. He’d just sit there panting like ‘habah habah’ with his tongue hanging out.”

he laughed “I mean I don't mind it and it would be a great honour but you don't have to do all that” I could picture the stupid smile on his face “In your fucking dreams” I swung the door open “We could work with this too” his eyes travelled down my duckies pajamas the smile on his face growing wider “Stop being a creep” I glared at him “And I didn't tell you to come in,” I told him as he strolled into the room like he owned the damn place