Dog With A Blog Brother Novels & Stories

It smelled faintly of vanilla and something comforting, like old wood. It was small, but it felt lived in and safe, like the kind of place that held you together when the world outside tried to pull you apart. The kind of place that I needed in this moment. "Sister should be here somewhere," Aiden said with a find smile on his face, his blue eyes glinting fondly. The sound of barking had my gaze snapping away from him and to the huge Kangal dog barking at me from a corner. Aiden frowned. "Boy, down!" he ordered.

“Anything I can…?” Interrupting him, Dad rubbed his head like he had mine. Except that his hair stood up like Dad’s when it was shaken out. Swatting him away, Brother growled and tried to bare his teeth at Dad. Dad cocked his head to the side, smirking as he watched my brother. “You don’t have your wolf yet. It won’t work on me.” “I will! Someday and it will work on you!” Dad only laughed. “I welcome the challenge. Just watch my right knee, you know it’s my bad one.”

I had to pretend that things were okay, that my brother hadn’t messed up in the biggest way possible. Draining the last of my cup, I placed it on my dresser, then pulled on a pair of black leggings and a hot pink polo shirt with my business name and logo on the breast. I’d opened Bubbly Paws a couple of years ago hoping to cash in on the craze of people treating their dogs more like humans. It turned out my hunch had been right, but about a year ago, another dog grooming salon had opened, and, for some reason, I was slowly losing my patronage to them.

My brother likes to see his show and laugh at him. "I am not like him." My brother frowns at me. "Speak up." I take a deep breath. I am sure that I didn't see anything wrong. Raymond's dead dog was there. And it was looking at me like he wanted to kill me at the spot, opposite of how that dog used to be. Harvey has warned me to stay away from cats and dogs. What does that have to do with a dead dog? My brother won't believe me. But I tell him everything that happened except the part about transmigrating into a book or anything related to it. I am sure that he will call the hospital after he hears that my soul was in a book when I was in a coma.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have been around gigantic dogs most of my life. Angel had a Cane Corso called Boomer, and he was a big softy unless you threatened his family. He died about ten years ago. Rebel was heartbroken when he passed away. He was a good boy, and he was loyal. He was her brother, her protector. “Ok, can we do what we have come here to do?” I ask her as she strokes and fusses with these huge monster dogs. She stands and looks at us. “Of course, follow me.” She says as she says something in Russian and the dogs walk away. I follow her and so does Dante.

A message. And somehow I had become the center of it. I stood near the balcony doors inside my room, staring at the violent waves crashing below the cliffs. The sky was dark again, heavy clouds swallowing the afternoon sunlight. Behind me, Matteo sat cross-legged on the carpet beside Brutus. The massive black dog rested his giant head on Matteo's lap while my brother scratched behind his ears carefully. "I still think he likes me more than you," Matteo said quietly. I looked back at him. "That dog weighs more than you. I'm surprised you're not scared of him."

Anna answered shortly and Brian smiled widely hearing it The three of us chatted for a while and I saw Damian walk toward us. I got up from my chair and gave him a hug. “Once again, congrats brother!” I patted his shoulder “Thanks Fai! I won’t be here without you! Brian and Anna too, thanks!”

I wasn’t going to match-make my best friend with my brother for any reason or so. “Then I’d change. I’m willing to do anything to make her like me.” He said shooing my dog away from his body. When my dog didn’t respond, he threw it down, forcefully. “Yeah, like you’re doing now.” I replied sarcastically. “You know I hate dogs, Aud. I am a soon-to-be Alpha.” He proudly retorted, with his hands on his chest. My brother was somewhat fat but not obese. His type of stature was a fatness that made sense. “Honestly, I don’t think you’ll be this pack’s Alpha. I mean, with all what dad’s doing, it doesn’t seem so.” I admitted.

The feel of his fur on my hand as he rubbed up against my side made me relax instantly the panic vanishing into a distant memory. "So this is your secret place?" My brother asked raising an eyebrow as he looked at picking my notebook up from the floor, he flicked through it stopping at the drawing of the wolf. He looked at the wolf then back at the sketch. "So this is your wolf?" He asked, "You know you've been talking in your sleep about a black wolf." He smirked, his bluish-green eyes, the wolf rubbed his head into me knocking me down as I was struggling to stand. The wolf whipbered slightly nudging my leg, the blood was leaking through the hole in my jeans at my knee. Suddenly his tongue