Dog Boy Novels & Stories

We went and sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting patiently for Will. The door knob creaked and we expectantly looked. Simona stepped in and Eliza groaned loudly “do we have a dog in here?” Simona asked sarcastically “of course we do... It just stepped into the living room” Eliza answered and I laughed under my breath “you punk!” Simona cursed “OMG Marigold! It talks! A talking dog! Guinness book of records has got to have its picture in it. A plumb, short and ugly dog”

, voiced out the boy's mother, Serena, in his defence. "Speak.", said Soho in a still angered yet slightly milder tone. "Father, the slave is gone!", said Adam. "Gone? What do you mean gone?", interrogated his father. "We were playing outside the village and he suddenly disappeared.", explained the child. "Disappeared? How did he disappear?", asked Soho. "I don't know. We were playing tag and gave him a head start and all of a sudden he was gone. None of us saw what happened and there was nothing where we last saw him.”

"Yeah, I have never brought any girl here except Doris. He's a trained dog though, so he won't bite you but he might act up a little. Wait. He's never brought any girl to his apartment even though he had slept with a lot of them. That was surprising. I wonder if he had slept with any girl recently. I haven't seen any girl around him, but I didn't know if he did or not. We got out of the elevator and walked towards his door. He unlocked it and told me to wait a little. "Hey boy! I heard him say before I heard the footsteps of a dog. My curiosity got the better of me so I peeped and saw a big black doberman, circling Ryker's leg. The dog must have sensed me, so he looked up and barked. Ryker b

She could sense that they were hoping for trouble, and that they’d just spotted their next victim; she wondered if it was obvious how alone she was. Among them was a wild dog, huge, rabid-looking, and twice the size of Ruth. “What you doing out here all alone?” the lead boy asked in a mocking way, to the laughter of the other four. He was muscular and stupid-looking, with broad lips and a scar on his forehead.

The dog began to move toward the little girl but Aiden jump down from the top of the train trying to hit the dog with his boomerang but the hits him away With his head. Aiden crashed unto the ground roughly. He rose up throwing his boomerang at the dog, the dog caught it with his fang and threw it away. Aiden jumped up to slash the dog with his other boomerang but the dog flew up and bite him hitting him to the train. He held the dog face forcing his claw into it but the other fangs of the other head bite him and he threw the dog away falling weakly to the ground. The dog turned and leapt at the little girl...

She flicked it on to discover that it was 3:27am, and definitely time to go home and try to sleep again before she had work in the morning. She walked back to the gate, but stopped as she was reaching out to open it. There was a boy in the other side of the grave yard, standing in front of a mausoleum. Arder could only see the side of his face from where she stood. The wind blew his black hair in front of his face as he looked up at the structure. He looked to be around her age, seventeen or so. Something about him was familiar. So familiar that Arder almost walked over to him.

"Good morning Doctor, I'm Ivan, and this is my dog Neo." "Good morning, Hi Neo, how are you today, boy?" I reach for the beagle dog and pet him for a while. "So, based on the chat, you briefly explain to Ivan that Neo, your dog, rarely wants to walk outside, rarely wants to eat, and loves to stay in the corner of your room all day. Is that true?" Ivan gives me a sad smile, "Yes, Doctor, Neo was a stray dog before I got him into adoption, and the adoption center for dogs officer told me once that Neo is also an abused dog."

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.

Rand had a serious expression on his face, his eyes were locked on Silver and Kaden interacting with the man. "I guess you haven't met. I mean of course you haven't." He let out a sigh. "That's Joe King. Leader of the Black Wolves. Silver's dad and Kaden and Dylan's uncle."

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless: