Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

Nya turned toward her mother. And said the most dangerous, beautiful word of all: “Choice.” In the Den of the Eastern Ridge An elder wolf named Toman, long exiled from the Umbra fold, awoke with a shudder. His dreams had never been peaceful—always clouded with blood, betrayal, and regret. But tonight, the fire had sung. He stepped out of the den into the crisp night air and howled. A young pup at the den’s edge blinked. “Grandfather?” Toman looked down.

Jenatrix cackled and snorted. Kevin kept his eyes closed while listening to the sound of heavy breathing on his face. The young man knew the heavy breathing came from his father’s corpse, and he could hear and feel the demon snapping its teeth in front of his lips. The young man slowly reached over to hold his mother’s hand when he could hear her softly weeping. Kevin wanted to be brave and protect his mother. He wanted to punch the corpse and knock it away from him and his mother, but he couldn’t do anything.

“Mother, you know this more than I do, the moon goddess won't give me another mate till he is gone.” “She would certainly not let you get married if you kill your mate,” I eyed. “Who gave you such wide thoughts?” “Mother,” she shouted. “Pamela,” I shouted back. “We are taking another person's life because you want to have a life.” “Mother, he is just a slave,” she shouted throwing the pillows to turn ground. “And he is someone's son, someone's brother, a friend, you need to start respecting people's life.” “Mother, who do you love more?” Sh blurted out.

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9. I, on the other hand, was her opposite. Her hair was smooth blonde and I was gifted with Raven Black hair, However, our height was equal. “Let me answer that.” My mate interrupted and stepped forward, folding the sleeves of his bathrobe, showing off his muscled forearms, and making me wonder what he would tell my mother. That I tried to kill him or that we fucked and both. “So, this, your daughter, whom you never told me about, barged into this chamber, let alone she had put a silver dagger on my throat and was about to kill me but then…”My

I took off at a run for home, not caring what they thought, what my teachers would think, wanting to get to my mother. How did the traitor get to her? She was the most powerful witch around. I figured out this 'whoever' was also able to cut through her wards, to hide from her in plain sight. I was even more afraid. The traitor was stronger than my mother. I was so lost in thought, letting my body run, turning my realizations over and over I almost missed the huge black dog that leapt out of the end of a driveway and into my path. I managed to skid to a halt out of reach of the shaggy, snarling giant. I checked around for help but we were alone. I tried going around him, making 'good doggie'

"Oh, honest, do you think that's the first time a man has ever gotten grumpy with me? Your father sighs and gets grumpy all the time, but he soon winds his neck in when I don't wash his clothes and cook tea for him." I look at my mother with such amusement because the man was 6 feet tall at one point. Just like me and my brothers, he was an intimidating person, but it's mad to think that a small, petite woman can put him in his place without even having to do so much. Literally. "So tell me what's got you in a huff today," she says with a grin while eating her cake. Then I realise she hasn't even brought me any cake. "Hey, where's my cake?"

She could've done that shit in Virginia, where I'd at least know that she was safe. "I'm gonna light your mama's little ass up as soon as she shows her face again." Can dogs roll their eyes? I'm pretty sure the little shit just did just that. "Where did your mother go? You know, don't you?" She's brought me to this. Now I take care of the dog, waiting for the day she comes back for him. *** GIANNA ***

“And what if it’s not, Bitsy? What if they bolt you behind press bars once more? What will you be able to do then?” But Bitsy fair grinned. “Wolf-man has a thing for me, Mother. He won’t be locking me absent anyplace, but perhaps in his bedroom.” Which wouldn’t fundamentally be a awful thing. Not since she had any deliberate of acting on the fascination between them. That damn wolf had something of hers. And she needed it back. Her mother scowled, but at that point her eyes broadened as comprehension smoothed absent the lines on her temple. “Bitsy!” “Don’t act so stunned. It appears to be the nature of the mammoth around here. They can’t appear to stand up to us.”

Bianca stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, her expression extremely unpleasant. She had already sensed that the balance in the house was starting to change. Mamma didn’t even look at Father. “No need. “Don Vitale’s car isn’t something a servant’s child is worthy of riding in. As the servant child’s mother, I’m probably not worthy either.” Father’s face instantly turned gray. “Isabella, I can explain what happened back then—” “Explain what?” Mamma turned around, her voice calm, but every word felt like a knife.