Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

Human. Then reality returned. I heard movement outside the door. Soft. Controlled. Familiar. A knock followed. “Come in,” I said. The door opened and Dante stepped inside, his expression neutral but alert. His eyes flicked briefly to Vittoria, then away. Respectful. Careful. “Report,” I said quietly. He stepped closer and lowered his voice. “Your mother is scheduled for cosmetic surgery today. Private hospital. Discrete staff. She is attempting to remove the... 'damage' to her face that your wife caused.”

"No way, this has to be fake. That can't be a real person!" "Exactly! That doesn't even sound human. She's using a robot to fool us!" Mom's face was drained of color. "No, that's impossible! Something's wrong! "Elsa, get up! Don't play games with me. You're doing this to spite me, aren't you?" However, the robotic version of me didn't move. Mom began kicking and hitting me, as if pain could somehow wake "me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength.

“I’m only here because I realised my grudge against the people here is not worth missing out on my daughter walking down the aisle.” “Thank you, Mamma.” She nodded and whirled around to Matteo. She stepped before him, his height towering over her. Staring at him from top to bottom, she brushed her fingers on the lapel of his suit and met his gaze. “Do you ever stop growing?” Mamma’s words brought a smile to Matteo’s lips, a genuine one. He nodded. “Some would say no, but my height has been the same for the past ten years.”

far to the right-center of the bed was his mother. Ezekiels mother, Glen, was not what one would expect to see after seeing her four sons. Compared to her children Glen was nothing like her very tall, muscled, black, gold, and dirty-blond haired alpha male children, who not only outweighed her but out stood her. Glen was a small woman, five eight, and a half in height and a buck fifty five soaking wet. She was laying on her side, a long skirt, and a willowy shirt tussled as though her sleep wasn't restful.

“I miss you, Mom. I really do.” Damon’s mother mirrored his before she leaned to kiss his forehead. “Now go and be with your lover. I like that kid.” She let go of him as she turned her back against him. The next time she spoke, her voice became colder. “I have some matters to settle with your father.” Upon remembering his father, Damon shifted his attention to the gigantic five-tailed wolf situated a couple of meters from them. He was unmoving as he watched the mother and son interaction. A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows upon seeing an unfamiliar look from his father’s eyes.

Eden asked, a sense of confusion building in the pit of her stomach. "Your mother was one of my kind," Dorian said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She was a wolf… a good one with a kind heart." I leaned in to hear more about her, "can you tell me more about her? Her name?" I asked. "Well I don't really know much about her, but I heard that your mother was a remarkable woman, Eden," Dorian said, his voice softening. "She was a wolf of great strength and courage, but also of great love and compassion. She fell in love with your father, a human hunter, and together they defied all odds to be together. They were a true love story, but their love came at a cost."

Ten minutes later After running into my mother's house while still in fox form, I laid down on the floor. She appeared to be looking at me through her glasses as if I had just interrupted a private moment between her and the book that she was currently carrying in her hand. Her jet-black hair framed her face like it was in love with the form. Her emerald eyes were looking at me in a perplexed manner. Her grin was like a treacherous ascent that any climber would be afraid of. She then peered down at me from her height of 5 feet and 5 inches. “Are you going to shift back and great your mother like a normal person would, or are you going to lay there all night?” The annoyance in her voice was o

“If it’s good enough for a human, it’s good enough for a dog.” Cassie stared at the struggling woman in disbelief. So she was not only a terrible dog owner but also a terrible mother! It was no wonder why Felix had wished that Rose was his mother instead. Cassie didn't know Rose very well but from the little she knew, she could tell that Felix's former PA was a nice person with a good heart and she reasoned that anyone would make a way better mother than Bethany. “Do you have the key to the padlock?” She asked as she tugged at the door of the dog carrier.

Father says. "I have dealt with his beast many times, it won't harm me." Mother tells him. Whenever BJ and I would lose control back when we had a hard time with controlling the beast, mother would stop the beast, making it give us back control. Even when the beast wouldn't listen to us, it would still listen to mother. It never had a problem with submitting to her. I hear the sound of the metal doors opening and After a few seconds pass, the loud banging of BJ ramming up against the door stop. I continue to hold my hands against my ears, taking in slow deep breaths, fighting the beast back.

He stabbed my body again and again as if he was playing some kind of sick, perverted game where he wanted to beat his high score. Then, he looked at the camera and snarled poisonously, "Look at her, Melanie. This is your daughter. What do you feel? Pain?" He then cackled. "Oh, sorry, forgot that you don't care about her. You won't feel any pain. After all, Ms. Larson, you're a cruel and merciless artist. It's almost unbelievable you'd do that to your own daughter." The man mocked, "She begged and pleaded for your help, but you wouldn't even lift a finger for her. She wouldn't have to die if you'd shown up." He then bent my arm back into an unnatural angle, but his smile didn't falter.