Novel & Cerita Dog-ear A Book

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

Look down on him squatting on the grass with the dog on his lap. It looked up at me. Me, blocking the moonlight makes his amber eyes shine more in the dark. Damn those eyes. I cursed silently. "You! Bring me back the book your dog stole from me." I demanded to him. Recognition flashes in his eyes. It seems to understand what I said. "Ahhhh...." he trailed, then his turn into a frown as if he remembered something nasty. I raised my eyebrows at this answer. 'Ahhhh' that's all? as long as I said that's all he will answer?

Perhaps all that it contained was true. I walked in and took the old book which was now dusty. I brushed the dust away before carrying it to the table. I opened the crisp pages with care, which were now old and yellow. It sure seemed like an old book. The first page contained an old drawing of a wolf-like creature that looked exactly like David’s wolf. So I was right. David is a lycan.

“You know, back in college, I once rescued a dog on a rainy day. I named him Max too. But my family wouldn’t let me keep him, so I had to send him to a shelter. I always wondered if he found a good home.” Max wagged his tail even more enthusiastically, his dark eyes fixed on her. He pressed his damp nose against her cheek as if trying to say something. Lena squinted one eye, enduring Max’s enthusiasm, and sighed. “You remind me so much of him…” Her fingers ran through his fur, rubbing his ears. When she reached his right ear, she felt a tiny indentation hidden under the fur. Her hand froze, and her eyes flickered as she instinctively tried to part the fur to see clearly.

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

It was a dark dark night that even with his dog eyes, he couldn’t see all that clearly. He found his way behind a thick bush. He circled a spot three times, as dogs would always do before settling on a place to sit or to lie down. He remembered the stories that his brothers would tell him about monsters and ghosts that come out in the dark. He covered his eyes with his paws, not wanting to look around. But his ears! His ears could hear almost everything and he wanted to cover them, too. His head was filled with thoughts of monsters that kill dogs, monsters that eat dogs, monsters that dress up dogs - oh, monsters! His head screamed.

“Start with this one.” The cover showed a small brown dog with floppy ears and a ball. Simple enough. I flipped it open, staring at the neat rows of letters. They looked like runes at first, except… They were empty. My eyes just scanned the page, and frustration immediately rose like a wave in my chest. “What does it say?” I asked before I could stop myself. Marcus leaned forward, pointing to the first word. “D-o-g. Dog.” He tapped the picture. “This is a dog.”

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

“Oh I see… I get it now. Umm.. When you say ‘in good condition’, do you mean no creases?” “Yup. Creases on the spine and dog ears..” “Dog ears?” Valerie suddenly thought of a real life dog. “A dog ear is a folded down corner of a book page. The name refers to the ears of many breeds of domestic dog flapping over. A dog ear can serve as a bookmark.” Dawn explained. “Oh. I get it. I do that..oops..” Dawn opened her backpack once again and pulled out two bookmarks. “Here. You can use this instead.” She handed each one to them. “As for the creases in the book spine, I have a method.”