Doesthedogdie Novels & Stories

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

The next morning, before the ritual began, a messenger from the Elder Hall delivered something — I'd had it sent through a Moon Shadow courier. Kael opened it. Inside was a formal document bearing the Moon Shadow Elder's seal: Ash's death certificate. Cause of death — failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion within the full moon cycle, resulting in complete wolf disintegration. "Failure to receive Alpha blood-kin power infusion." Those words seared into Kael's eyes like a brand. Attached was a line in my handwriting: "Ash was laid to rest three days ago. No need to come. The mate bond is broken."

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."

I was so ready to meet him or her, so ready to expand my family, but now I can’t because my pup is gone. I held his shirt tightly, crying, and he said no words and just rubbed my back. I pulled back, remembering how he was crying. I feel like there was more to say. Will Asher cry that much because we lost a pup? He would cry, but not this much. I wiped my tears. “Is there something else I need to know?” I asked. He breathed out. “The doctor said how we lost our pup is mysterious to him. He found no poison or something dangerous in your body or system. But you lost the pup, so probably it was done by a witch,” he said.

The dog appeared at the brink of death as it lay there in a coma, breathing weakly. Rex sat paralyzed to one side as if he had lost the whole world. Hilda, too, couldn't accept it. How can a healthy dog turn out this way? The atmosphere was gloomy all the way to Africa. Rex kept staring at Kater without eating nor drinking. Nathan had to persuade him for a long time before he would drink some milk. Hilda glanced at Kater and Rex, then took out her phone and checked the news about Taadi City. Taadi City was in turmoil. Diana, an A list celebrity, had died under suspicious circumstances, while Salem came out to place all the blame on Connie.

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her." He looked at Eugene. "Did she tell any of you that?" Eugene looked diffident. Everything he'd told me that morning were lies—there wasn't any auction, nor did they have to go anywhere with Gary. It was only from their conversation that I learned they'd all been out together to celebrate Phoebe's cat's birthday. It turned out I couldn't even compare to a cat. I rubbed my chest, feeling bitter. It was weird. Why was I still feeling these things when I was dead?

"I don't need anyone's help." And with that, I stepped out of frame. … [In the Next Life — Nov. 15, 2023, 3:21 PM — A Puppy Doesn't Know It's Dying, It Just Knows It Finally Has A Home] "What do you mean?" Inside the pet hospital, I stared at the vet in disbelief. He sighed and shook his head. "Most likely, his owner abandoned him because they knew he wouldn't make it. He's been starving every day, bullied by other strays. He…"