Dog Man: An Epic Novel Novels & Stories

The man pointed his finger straight at the dogs fighting their chains and said it plain. We are not doing it with the men today. The dogs are the ones taking you. Jesus Christ. My mouth opened wide. I used my two hands to cover my mouth tight so I would not scream out loud right there in the hallway. My body started shivering like I entered a freezer. I said no. No. This was beyond me. Anything a man wanted to do to me, let him put it inside my body, let him use my back hole, I would manage it. But an animal? A beast? Never.

Alexander said. Elijah laughed. He couldn't help it—the laugh came out of him, the real laugh, the one that came from somewhere deep. Alexander's face did something complicated—pleasure, maybe, and something that looked like surprise, as if he still, after four years, was not used to the sound of Elijah's laugh. "The dog's tail doesn't lie," Elijah repeated. "That's going to be the title of your memoir." "I'm not writing a memoir." "Everyone writes a memoir eventually. Yours will be called The Dog's Tail Doesn't Lie. It will be a surprise bestseller. People will be confused because they expected a book about finance and instead they got a book about a man who consulted a dog about the São Pa

The Irishman took an audible deep breath as he stood beside her, glowering. The thought that his Pet had undergone so much of stress, which had reduced her to a pale shadow of her original self, made him gnash his teeth in impotent fury. Sensing someone by her bed, the young woman lying on it made a supreme effort to open her eyes, which were heavy and dulled by the medicines she was taking.

Her collar was pulled high, hiding her chin and even part of her mouth, yet it couldn't conceal her beauty. An eighty‑five‑point baddie, at least. With her chin and half her lips obscured, it was hard to judge whether she deserved a higher or lower score. "What's the situation outside?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "You made it here safely and even had time to weld the door open. That means the mutated dog has already left." "How could it be a mutated dog?" the man who'd raised his gun earlier shouted again, agitated. "It has to be a demon—a demon dog!"

he suddenly asked. Phoenix almost spilled the alcohol out of his mouth. Daniel chuckled. “I’m too old, boy. I can tell if a man was obsessed with a woman with just one look.” Obsessed? He’s obsessed with that stripper? Not a chance. Nic wanted to laugh. That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even know that woman! “No, Dad. You’re mistaken. There is no woman. It’s just work, I swear.” He winced. “And now you sounded defensive.” Daniel let out a chuckle.

‘Of course, when I found it… he looked from a wealthy family, he also looks expensive with his pure white fur… of course, he’s not something to be easily abandoned like me…’ Serene couldn’t stop her thoughts, but immediately shook her head. She cleared her throat and looked directly into the man’s eyes. "And what or where is your proof that you're telling the truth?” She asked, she kept her voice as straight as possible. “I saw that dog near the trash, and it was full of wounds. So, your boss hurt that dog?" Serene asked the man seriously. Clever and the man immediately looked at each other and gulped; they knew they were both in trouble. The man was ready to speak when Clever suddenly stopp

It took the wetness I left on his shirt when I pressed my face into it too to know that I was crying. “The lone wolf must now have a new master, for you to try to come to kidnap my wife. Tell me… who has been feeding you new bones, you dog?” Damian snarled. . The man on the floor grunted, and I turned to look at him. He seemed disgusting, his long, matted hair bound in rough, messy locks, and his clothes looking as though they were a pile of rags thrown upon him. “Kill me. You would not let me live, anyway.”

ETHAN ~He wasn't the monster I feared, he was the one I couldn't help but reach out for~ Now that I thought about it, Liam was quite right. It made me remember the first time I picked up a dog in the middle of the street, my first reaction to meeting a grown up man laying on my bed like he owned it. It was odd. Too strange. What was Killan if he wasn't human? And who exactly was he? I was discharged from the hospital a few days later, and I spent most of my time doing research on the theory of a dog transforming into a man. Each writeup I came across didn't make sense, none of them did.

“Well done, Macholo. You’ve handled today well. Now, where’s the dog? I want to see this new... asset.” Macholo turned to the door, giving a sharp whistle. Another Mafia member entered, leading the Australian shepherd on a leash. The dog looked clean, with beautiful black, white, and tan fur. The Don stood, walking over to the dog, who didn’t flinch as he approached. “Beautiful,” The Don muttered. “This one will serve us well.” He looked back at Macholo. “You did good today. But remember; stay cautious. The more success we have, the more attention we attract.”

Aina pov: "Let me go!" The old man screamed. I march his bony chest with my right paw. I could feel the vibration of his heart. " tell me her name." My wolf communicated with him telepathically. Herer name issss." " ahhh," I screamed in pain, the German shepherd had just bitten my paw. I left the old man and faced the dog. "Leave him! The old man tried to stand up from the ground, he watched me shatter the body of his precious dog to pieces.