Dog Boy Novels & Stories

Paul asked but he didn't reply and just walked away like he was being controlled. He walked over to a pretty girl playing cards with some guys. “Hello beauty. I saw you from afar and was instantly captivated by your magnificent figure” he said grinning and rubbing his hands together. “Thank you” she simply replied not paying attention to him. “I was wondering if you could give me your contact information… so you know… we can have fun sometime” he pressed further his eyes not leaving her butt. “I've a boyfriend” she snapped again not still looking. “It doesn't matter beauty. I like you and i can give you everything you want” he said and without thinking, grabbed her ass.

The boy was called by his owner's name kéleb - dog. Painful, disgusted, and pitiful for his sister, Raymond recognized the look in the kéleb's eyes. Eyes that understood the agony of unspeakable abuse. Eyes longing for a death that never comes. Raymond offered to buy the boy from the brothel, who warned him that he was about to die and that he would not give a refund. Raymond accepted that condition and carefully wrapped the injured, groaning dog in linen to take him to the hospital.

Boo catapulted out of nowhere, down the dock and I threw myself in front of Landry. “They are fine,” I assured him. Sensing what often happened, between Bri and the dog. I didn’t want Landry to overreact. “Boo just wants her orders,” I told him his eyes observing Bri stoop to the ground, cupping her face. Eyes intent on each other she kissed the dog's snout before Boo licked her once and ran to sit at the front door. Our last line of defense, a Catahoula cur.

How will he find her? “Angel, she was taken away in a van. It’s been three days. He won’t be able to find her.” Boomer growls and Angel looks at me with a smirk on her face. “He can and he will. Don’t underestimate him. His breed was used in war, for protection. They are known as warrior dogs. He is a tracker, a hunter by nature. He will find her and he will stop at nothing until he does. Now either round up your men or stay here.” She says as Boomer scratches at the clubhouse doors.

After my little brother, Cochran Ceberano, dies in a car crash, my parents hand the toy poodle he raised over to me. But I haul the dog to an unlicensed, back-alley animal clinic right away and have him neutered. Why? Because I've been reborn. In my previous life, on the day the dog arrives at our house, he suddenly turns vicious, scratching and biting me at every turn. Afraid of upsetting my parents, I bend over backward to win him over. I feed him the best dog food, and I even sleep next to him on the couch. But he only gets worse. Day by day, my sanity crumbles. Insomnia sets in, followed by auditory hallucinations. I even start dreaming that he's chasing me down and tearing me apart

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

Daddy expects me to toe the line until the grave, which means following his every dictation. Something I've done with the exception of that one night. That one fateful night that was the beginning and the end. He'd been so gentle, so kind. Nothing at all like the bad boy who spoke rough and gave me looks hot enough to destroy my panties in ten seconds flat. I must admit looking back I'd followed him around like a puppy all summer.

“Barely. The literature teacher already gave us a huge project. And… I kept feeling like Aiden was watching me.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “Girl. Be extremely careful. He’s the kind of trouble that looks good until it breaks your heart. You deserve better than that kind of distraction.” I nodded, but deep down, that single intense look from him had planted a tiny, dangerous seed of curiosity. I crushed it as hard as I could. I had seen what happened to girls who fell for boys like him. My mother’s stories were warning enough. By the end of the day, my feet ached in shoes that were one size too small, but I kept my head high as Sophie and I headed toward the bus stop.

she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "but it feels like a pretty significant coincidence." After a few moments of silence, both of them lost in thought as to what this might mean, Camden asked, "What was his name?" Clayton's smile bloomed across his features as memories came flooding back to him. "Bingo," he said softly, the nostalgia evident in his voice. "Bingo?!" Camden exclaimed with a small laugh. "What kind of dog was he?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. "A rottweiler," Clayton replied. "He was the best. So strong and protective, but at the same time, so gentle and patient with me." "He sounds a lot like you," Camden smiled, her eyes filled with warmth. "Not that I'm compari

"Read page three." Valentina opened it. A witness statement from a neighbor, Mrs. Chen, dated seventeen years ago: *"I heard terrible shouting. Two boys fighting. The older one—Connor, I think—was screaming about money. Said something about 'you'll pay for this' before he drove off. Then the younger one, Duke, came running out, crying. He looked terrified. His father came after him with something in his hand. I called the police but by the time they arrived, everything was quiet."*