Creepypastas Smile Dog Novels & Stories

A person who was good at tracking and playing with the enemy was played by his target today. Although he hadn't figured it out how the other side knew about their existence yet. But this was no longer the point, and it was not the time to think about it now. "Today, I've suffered a great loss." Under great pressure, Head Dog actually showed a smile. But when this smile appeared on his face, it made people feel creepy. "A group of brainless idiots. All of them are a group of idiots." Head Dog raised his hand and pointed at shapeshifting demons in the air one by one.

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 stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

“We’re making spaghetti, I need these tomatoes boiled and peeled, we are making everything from scratch.” We chat, learn, and sometimes let out a few jokes. The recipe is easy to follow but having the basics is not enough when you never made it before. The counter is dusted with flowers, utensils are being washed, and in the middle of the breakfast table sits a beautiful bowl filled to the brim with hot pasta. The cupcakes are inside the oven. “What smells so food in here?” Buddy is a creature of habit and society. Now every night when he walks through the front door she is the first to welcome him home. She seems to accept him without any issues around me and he may want to hide it but I se

Outside the gym, a grotesque face slid into view, its mouth curling into a chilling smile. "Meow."

I replied still trying to keep my smile which was obviously disappearing. As the gentleman I was I was waiting for her to leave so I could walk into my room but Rita was still just standing there with that creepy smile....woah now this is starting to get a bit scary, is everything alright with her? I studied her face again and everything looks normal except for the creepy smile and unusual scent. "Good night miss Rita" I whispered again waiting for her to leave, but instead her creepy smile grew wider "good night Alpha, have a nice sleep" she muttered tilting he head to the side a little.

Jasper helped meena by feeding her and also cleaning her mouth which meena was happy and smiling about. "Are you that happy, am feeding you?" Jasper asked with a smirk on his face "Of course.... am very happy" meena reply happily " Hm and I won't feed you again" Jasper teased her and she furrowed her brows "No...oo... You must feed me" she spouted out " Just kidding.... Open up your mouth" Jasper said as he stretch his hand with a spoon towards her mouth Meena opened her mouth as she take in the pasta comfortably, and Jasper was see smiling at her as she eats with her little mouth...

“NOW!” I sigh as I let my bones break and shift and walk in. He smiles as he grabs my food bowl and dumps a can of dog food inside, “Here’s dinner. Eat up.” I look at the slop and comply but there’s a knock on the door and the aroma of real food dances through the room.

CASSIE’S POV I was sitting outside on the lawn, watching Loki as she played with the squeaky ball that I gave her. The little puppy was so engrossed in playing with the toy that it made me laugh whenever she got excited when it squeaked. “You’re such a funny dog,” I said to the small creature. It looked up at me and let out a bark before turning its attention back to the squeaky ball. “Cassandra” I looked up to see Mrs. Smith approaching me. She was dressed in a green dress and her blonde hair was in a neat bun.