Does The Dog.die Novels & Stories

It shocked my mother so badly that she flung the phone away. She bit down on her lip before she finally asked, “Is this another one of Yelena’s tricks? How could she possibly be dead?!” Her voice grew louder. Even though she said that she did not believe that I was dead, her quivering voice betrayed her real thoughts. I approached her silently and wanted to reach out, but it was useless. ‘Mom, I died, just like you wanted. Can’t you be happier?’ I thought. After she hung up, my mother stood for a long time. In fact, she stood for so long that my father’s phone started ringing.

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by claws. Our pup was dying, and he was letting another child call him 'Daddy.' "Asher, please—" "That's enough! Stop being so dramatic!" he snapped, cutting me off. "I'm busy!" The link went dead. Shaking, I had no choice but to call Seraphina's phone, hoping she could get a message to him. But before I could even speak, Seraphina was already sobbing. "Aurora, please, I'm just borrowing Asher for one day. For Leo's sake..."

My whole body was screaming, but I forced myself up and ran. ‎I made it maybe five steps. The impact came from behind, so hard it knocked the air from my lungs. The dog slammed into me, and we both went down. My face hit the stone. ‎The dog’s weight pressed me down, claws digging into my back, pinning me. This is it, I thought. This is how I die. Alone. In a courtyard. Killed by a stupid zombie dog I closed my eyes. Then I heard it. The whistle of steel cutting through air. The weight lifted.

"I need help! A man intruded my home, shot my dog, he's bleeding. Please send help. My dog is dying, please, please hurry!" "What's your address ma'am?" "56 Willow Street, apartment 7B. Please connect me with a vet, my dog is dying, what do I do?" I couldn't stop crying. "Ma'am someone is on their way" "He doesn't look good. Please what do I do?" "Are you hurt yourself, ma'am?" "Jake, please don't die!" "Ma'am, are you hurt yourself?" the operator asked again, but I dropped the phone by the sound of a gunshot!

Something I have been dying to know since I was a young kid. The mutant dogs snarled, howled out in the night as if an Alpha wolf was calling for help, then gritted their teeth again in hunger, and they leapt at my friends at once. Then I know it is my time to step in. I know any moment delayed would mean the death of my friends, and the guilt will forever be in my heart, while their spirits will never forgive me.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

He was still under the effects of the treatment serum, so his senses could be handled better. The door they entered was to the kitchen, and laying in the middle of it, was the missing couple’s dog. Tarrin went over and crouched down, carefully to use just a pen to inspect the dead animal. He noticed it had been shot, just once, through the shoulder. This gave Tarrin a bit of comfort knowing it probably died instantly when hitting the heart.

As soon as her voice resonated, there was a dead silence… No one would have thought that Elaine could be so cruel and disheartened verbally… Since she didn’t get any response, she chided, “Hey, the f*cking dog who asked me to die elsewhere, why are you so quiet suddenly? I warn you, you won’t survive tonight! Your whole family will die a miserable death tonight! Your mom will be killed in a car accident, your dad will be gnawed to death by a feral dog, your wife and kids will be killed by lightning!” The entire apartment block gasped in utter bewilderment…

She confirmed. He was old. I knew that. He would have been sixteen this year. Most dogs only lived until they were thirteen. He had a long life with people who adored him. “His owners,” I started, sitting back on my heels with my chin up as I tried to let the cool night air wash away the nausea. “I need to file a missing person’s report.” If he died and sent them down the spiral of using again, they could be in trouble. They could be sick, hurt, dead, or lost.