Creepypastas Smile Dog Novels & Stories

I called, cracking a smile as he let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re going to regret asking me to wait for you.” He smirked. “Wait, w-“ I started, before slapping my hand over my mouth. “What the fuck is that smell?” I gagged. “Dead rogue.” He replied, a wicked smile forming on his lips as he made a show of licking his pearly white teeth. “You’re fucking deranged you know that.” “Eh, I’ve been called worse.” He shrugged as we continued up the stairs to the entrance.

Wh-what kind of monster was Nicole? "My dog's picky. He only eats legs, and they've got to be fresh." Cola dropped into an attack stance, chest muscles bunching tight, lips peeled back as killing intent radiated off him. He barked, as if saying, "That's right. I like legs only, the kind that's fresh and bleeding. Got a problem? Come try me!" The group froze. This vicious dog was raised on human flesh?

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

Panting. I couldn’t take my eyes off those luminous eyes. Wild and tauntingly mesmerizing. And because I was sure as hell, they were the dog’s eyes. His seemingly soft hair reached past his shoulders, the same color as the dog’s. I closed my eyes and shook my head to wipe that image off my head, but once again, my eyes were locked with the man’s eyes. “Oh, fuck it!" I exclaimed, delirious. "No way! Did the dog just turn into a human? What fuckery is this?"

The finely chopped vegetables, small pieces of beef with special herbs made it more tasty. "You seemed to like your porridge a lot." Sylvester started conversation with her who nodded and smiled but he didn't like her smile. Her smile had a sadness which made her look like a ghost. It wasn't that lovely smile full of life when he first met her. He could still remembered her smile and the way she put her pen in between her lips when thinking. .................... "Here's your order." Gia placed the plate and a cup of coffee in front of Sylvester. She had a sweet smile on her lips and he could see her perfect teeth as her smile deepened.

No bone can repel the puppy dog eyes from a doggy ! She ran over to me and looked up at me with a bright smile. “ Hi, I ’m Lila. ” She saluted. I kneeled in front of her and held my hand out. Her eyes danced between my hand and my eyes. She placed her little hand in mine and beamed. “ You have a beautiful name, Lila. I ’m clara. ” I beamed at her. “ Your enough, ” she gurgled, “ is n’t she enough, daddy? ” She whirled towards Alpha Leon, he jounced his head, smiling at her. I could tell his smile was forced; it noway reached his eyes. His eyes met mine. He'd an expression on his face that I could n’t relatively decrypt. I glanced back at little Lila, “ are you supposed to be sleeping? ” I ch

as she couldn't help but think with a fond inward smile. Lukas eventually sensed her unwavering stare and the soft smile playing on her lips. He paused, fork midway to his mouth, and furrowed his brow in annoyance. "Alright, spit it out. What's with the creepy smile? You look like you've won some secret bet."

It is the brutal enforcer I always called Creepier. Without letting my brain think, I yank Lestat's massive arm and pull him straight through the nearest doorway, praying to the Moon Mother that Creepier didn't catch the silver reflection of my hair. "Welcome, travelers! Are you here to seal your marriage certificate before the moon sets?" An older female wolf smiles sweetly at us from behind a heavy stone counter. Her short, bleached fur-hair falls around a soft, round face with bright rosy cheeks. "Did your pack already submit the blood-forms online?"

I froze in character, staring at the freak beside me who looks like he’s landed in heaven. He’s on his back, his voice high-pitched, a look of ecstasy across his face as he cries out. “Daddy’s home!” Allister shrieked; yes…actually shrieked, his voice muffled by his fit of uncontrollable laughter as they lick him, the cats pounce on his hair, the dogs on his face, and chest, the bunnies biting at his clothes while the birds sing away like we’re in a cartoon. “Are you a Disney princess?’ I asked, watching it all in amazement and horror. Grandma Sterling told me about dogs…not an actual army.

"I made it clear and turned on the fire. She looked at me with a smug smile on her face. You don't know how dangerous that smile is. "Uhum... "She came closer running her eyes on me. "But know that you'll never make pasta like mine... "She gave a perverse little laugh that raised the back of my neck, and then immediately bent down to get something from the cupboard. I could see the muscles in her leg tremble slightly as she leaned over. Shit. I looked away. I'd never seen a wolf that enjoyed running so much to reach that point of fatigue.