Dog Man Book #5 Novels & Stories

Someone very curious was watching me right now! Hello you, hello! I hope you can see well? I turned away from the camera and took a few steps to the side. - Open the safe! I ordered. The fat wolf narrowed his small eyes, filled with fierce hatred, and twisted his plump lips. Chechik poked him hard in the back of the head with a machine gun and the wolf did as I ordered with a groan. There were two pistols in the safe, some more money and a very important thing for any business - an account book, which included not only numbers, but also a bunch of necessary information.

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

he replied, taking in the sight of the mysterious collection around him. "Well Adam, I am Domino, and I am sorry for the way we first met," the old man said, gesturing for Adam to follow him. He led Adam to a shelf lined with books on wolves and vampires. Adam's heart raced as he scanned the titles, searching for a particular book. "I kept the real books down her because of the theifs. Hope you find what you need." The old man said before leaving. Adam searched the books and finally, he found the one he was looking for. He took a seat, opening the weathered volume. Flipping through the pages, he searched for the name of the creature Lyra had described, the one she had mistaken for him.

Now, all that lingered were whispers of a life she may never reclaim. The car gradually came to a halt as they neared the entrance of a secluded driveway, anticipation hanging in the air. Catalina’s breath hitched as she beheld the mansion looming against the darkened sky. It stood like a sentinel, its intricate iron gates and formidable stone walls exuding an aura of strength and foreboding. The car glided forward, tires whispering against the gravel as the gates creaked open, revealing a world filled with unspoken promises. As the car came to a halt, the man next to her clasped her arm—not with aggression, but with a steady grip that conveyed the futility of defiance. She faltered a bit as

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?

Emma hoped everything would go well. 'Woof woof!' Brownie barked excitedly, wiggling his tail, breaking her chain of thoughts and reminding everyone of his presence. Before the little dog could run off and explore, she quickly grabbed his leash and stopped his frenzied movements. Though Kevin had repeatedly stated that the house was hers as well, she was hesitant to accept it. She hadn't accepted him as her husband, so calling his house hers seemed irrational.

"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:

Third Person POV Iris, what is the problem?' Millicent asked, when she saw tears in her daughter's eyes.. She just came to check on her daughter after having a steamy mating session with the wolf king Sylvester. 'It's nothing mum!' she replied. 'It is finally over. I am free now!' she said, the tears starting up again. She had just had a lengthy discussion with her ex husband Adrian. After months of refusing to see nor speak with him.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

I swerved, but my bike clipped it and sent it tumbling further into the road. Panting, I came to a stop, throwing a glance behind me to see what the hell I had just hit. A dog. A dog the size of a fucking pony got up, shaking its scraggly grey fur, and started limping towards the curb. Who the hell had a dog that big? And what the hell was it doing running free in my town? “Woofy.” Frowning, I looked down the street to see Pope’s old lady tottering towards us in her usual skyscraper heels. There was a rainbow-coloured dog leash dragging behind her.