Dog Man: An Epic Novel Novels & Stories

"How dare you..? He turned back to me and I could feel the snappy hot smack on my chin. I couldn't help myself than...go down. Then he walked up to me and hurled his arm on my face to push it to the ground. I had started feeling the hot force before I knew he wasn't just oppressing my face. He was applying some heat even though he made it slight. I cried out loud and the next thing I saw shut my mouth. he was discarded off me and in the air, he got hung by the wind. It somehow distressed me that Camila got herself into this. Her hand was still up as she controlled the rude Dogo...but, he was busy at the top making up a fireball. He threw it down at Camila and...It was like I could see the fi

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.

Hearing the commotion, I approached and asked her what had happened. Raines’ face was deathly pale. Her voice trembled as she pointed at the severed limb on the floor. “How… how could something like that be here?” Her terrified gaze scanned me for every detail. Before long, the pet dog’s owner stormed over. He was furious. “Raines! The feral manul you released bit my dog! You must compensate me!” A nosy neighbor chimed in, “Maybe it’s out for revenge since it got kicked out?” “Impossible!” Raines said with certainty. “How could an untamed beast understand human speech?”

Harlan knew—Kenji's dog, off-leash. Sleep came fitfully, Beretta under the pillow like a cold promise. Dreams twisted: Kenji's smirk, his hand pouring sake over my skin, spilling hot down my collarbone. His obsidian eyes watching, possessive, as he leaned in—thumb tracing my pulse, mouth claiming mine in dominance that tasted of ruin and sake. I woke gasping, sheets tangled, core aching with forbidden heat. His whisper echoed: Mine to watch. Dawn bled through the curtains, my tablet chiming—unredacted emails incoming. The game deepened. And I was neck-deep in the predator's pool.

“It’s better my babies die in honour than being under your compulsion, you know.” The second dog turned its head slowly toward Cassian. It stared at him. One of the guards still standing raised his gun immediately, pointing it directly at the dog. Cassian looked at the man. He raised one hand slowly, signaling him to stand down. The man lowered the gun. The dog's eyes stayed on Cassian. Something shifted in its body. Its legs gathered underneath it. Then it lunged straight at him. The shot came before it even reached him. The dog dropped. It hit the floor hard and slid a few inches, stopping at Cassian's feet.

"It's just a scratch. Nothing serious." I felt upset and heartbroken at the same time, seeing blood seeping through his bandages. I snapped, "Can you rein in that spoiled bravado of yours? This isn't some lawless era anymore. You can't solve everything with your fists!" Vicenzo suddenly grabbed my hand. Grievance filled his gaze when he said, "They called you an old hag, Freya. Said you weren't fit to be the Donna of the Corleone famiglia. I couldn't just do nothing."

But there was something deep inside me that pushed me to just do it… to just open the goddamn door. And I did it. I hold the cold metallic door. Then I opened the door only for me to be welcomed by a man. He was holding a knife and his wrist was full of blood. He was sitting just in front of me. His eyes were closed and there is no sign that he is awake… or even alive. I widened my eyes. I freeze on my spot. I was just like a statue at that very moment. I can’t move. My mind was just so shocked to even demand my body to move. But I came back to my senses the moment I felt how the tiny dog crawled on my legs just like yelling at me to recover and help its owner.

The man stood at the entrance of the room, his eyes flashed with a red glow, black smoke flew around him, “he fucking stole her again.” I arched a brow, “she asked for God to help her.” The man stumbled back as if I had hit him with a sledgehammer and he snarled, “he wants war, his dog is now mine.” My eyes went wide at his words and a growl left my throat as I stood, “you called me a what?” He waved his hand, “dog, I didn’t studder, so is the bitch he lays with.” I chuckled, “come in here and say that, or are you too scared, of a dog.”

My dog, it seemed, was another one of those monstrous creatures of the worst nightmares of an emotional writer. A dog the height of a mountain, with three angry heads on the black and hairy neck, with legs larger than two cars and a rabö that did not equal any size I could resemble. The amber eyes like those of a panther watched me, and the muzzle of the middle head sniffed, inspiring my smell. Whatever made sense, the huge teeth appeared in the three wide mouths, and Cerberus growled like a hungry creature, getting so close that I almost peed.

She wondered out loud, walking over to the man now leaned back on the L-shaped leather couch with his laptop on his lap. His fingers froze over the keyboard at her question and he looked up, a panicked look on his face when he asked “Her??” just as Lilliana rouched down at his feet to pick up Snowflake and take her in her arms, letting out a relieved sigh when the dog's eyes fluttered open. Looking at the little dog now cuddled up in the girl's hands, he let out an exasperated groan and couldn't help but think that he had incompetent fools working for him… they couldn't even tell that the dog they brought back was male.