Creepypastas Smile Dog Novels & Stories

As I turn slightly, I feel my dog pulling on my hair, and when I fully turn, I notice he's wide awake, and a purr leaves my chest, making him laugh; oh my goddess, I think I've discovered my new favorite music. I take his little fat hands and give them a small kiss, which makes him grin even louder; oh, how I wish Stan could see his pup with me; I wonder where he is. 'Stan? Where are you? Marvel is by far the cutest thing. Playing with my small puppy My friends replied in a raspy sleepy tone, which made me stop playing with my own puppy. 'I'll be there soon, sweetie; I had to deal with a bastard, and I can finally say the missing links have been discovered; I'll tell you more about this soon

Sam held up his hands. "Easy there. We are just trying to help." She did not relax. "Do you think that easy smile will always make everyone go easy on you?" Her voice was sharp. "Put your stupid smile away. And step back." Sam lowered his hands. He did not smile. But he did not argue. The woman gathered her dog into her arms. The dog whimpered. She held it close. "Papa Sam," Maya whispered, "she is scary."

“Don’t act like you’re not obsessed when you see him. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t ditch me again, ghost girl.” I laughed hard. After the call, I scrolled through my messages and, sure enough, there were loads of pictures, mostly of a tiny Chihuahua with the biggest attitude I had ever seen. His eyes looked like he was plotting world domination. Aggressive, but somehow, perfect for someone as sassy as Nico. I smiled at the photos, then stumbled onto videos of Tessa screaming and running away as the little dog chased her around the living room. I laughed so hard my sides hurt.

"Looks like you can't cook even if you wanted to." Footsteps came from behind me. Adam walked into the kitchen. As he approached, that oppressive feeling struck again. But he didn't look at the refrigerator. Instead, he suddenly frowned, his nostrils flaring twice, as if sniffing some scent. Then he showed an extremely disgusted expression. "What is that smell on you?" His voice was cold as ice shards. I instinctively sniffed my sleeve. "Oh, it's disinfectant smell, and dog scent. There were several big dogs at the clinic today who were particularly clingy. I played with them on the floor for a while..."

Leaning against the driver's side door, arms folded, wearing a dark jacket and that quiet, dangerous half-smile that made my pulse stutter every time I saw it, was Gabriel Ross. He looked like he'd been there for a while. The puppy saw him first. His tail went berserk, his body wiggling with recognition, and he let out a happy yip that echoed down the quiet street. Gabriel's smile widened. "Good morning, trouble," he said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to the dog or me. I had a feeling he meant both.

The screen buzzes and she looks at it, a picture of a dog is shown next, she slaps her tiny hand on the dog and giggles, "that's a DOG right Daddy, not a wolf, wolves are bigger." I raise my brows at her, "right and much better looking." She smiles at me, "Daddy, I'm hungry can we go get something to eat, I'm sure Nonna Rose made me some food, knowing I was coming." "Sure," I scoop her up in my arms and throw her on my shoulders, "duck going out the door," I chuckle at her and she bends down and growls in my ear. I can't help but laugh at the little pup growl, "was that your belly sweetpea, are you that hungry."

Arina, maribelle, and Aella all laughed. “I think it's a dog; I mean, it smells like a dog, but you never know, maybe it's HYBRID, a cross between pig and dog,” Thiago said as he picked up the puppy. “Oh my goddess, you three are morons. She's a dog. Can you guys please use those brain cells for once?” Maribelle said, laughing. I turned to Arina, whose laugh was so intoxicating that I couldn’t help but move her hair from her shoulders to look at her face. She looked so beautiful, and I knew what I felt. I could only hope she reciprocated my feelings.

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

I crouch down to her eyes level as her big jeweled eyes Twinkies back at me, her twice finger pointed to a bowl dog. "Mr.Chang may I get one howl dog please." I asked. "Yes you may." He handed me a plate with a hot dog. "Here you go." I whispered to the girl hiding her to the condiment station . "Bye, Mr. Chang. " Little one and I said our farewells to Mr. Chang sporting Snow and Astro in the distance. "Snow,Astro how are you both." "Good, " they both said. "Who's this little witch." Snow said squatting down to the girl's level moving her strawberry blond hair.

[One Month Later] “I’ll have one large, classic coffee, please!” exclaimed a woman customer with captivating large brown eyes. Her bright childish smile lit up her face as she stood there, holding a small, impeccably groomed, white furry puppy in one arm. With her free hand, she lovingly rubbed the tiny head of her adorable canine companion.