Dog With A Blog Brother Novels & Stories

When I was twelve, Ethan was eighteen. He was my brother Alex's best friend and the most powerful Alpha in the northern territories. He was magnetic, commanding, with an aura that made every wolf in the pack lower their heads in respect. I was completely obsessed with him. This wasn't just a crush. When he was around, I felt my entire world shift on its axis. I baked cookies for their pack meetings, the kind loaded with chocolate chips that Ethan always grabbed first. I drew little pictures of wolves running under moonlight, pencil strokes filled with a longing I couldn't even name.

"You're being so mean. What if you scare her away? I don't want to be branded as the homewrecker who ruined her friend's relationship." "Woof! Woof!" Daisy squirmed, trying to jump out of my arms. "Bad dog!" Sophie cursed before pretending to cower behind Hayden. "I'm terrified of dogs. Get it away from me." "That awful woman is scolding me again. In my last life, after you died, she was the one who broke my leg!" Daisy nuzzled against me. I shivered. It felt like someone was slamming a hammer into my chest, knocking the air from my lungs.

Phoenix's mouth twitched and caressed my cat. Hope all, there is a caress! "Y-You? Are you a cat or a dog person?" I asked, slowly sitting beside him. "Not really but I've been taking care of a dog, Arrow." He Said. "Huh? Arrow? It's like this, your brother isn't a dog!" I smacked his arm. "No," He chuckled. "The dog's name is Arrow." My mouth parted, I saw him smirked and shook his head. "Long story but he has a girlfriend." He said and when I blinked, he sneezed and averted his eyes.

However, after transforming into my wolf form, I realized that I was nothing like Zachary. I only learned then that I wasn't Mom and Dad's biological pup. After that, the pack was filled with gossip. And even my own brother Zachary, the Alpha, grew cold toward me. It had only been a few short days since I got my wolf, but he had distanced himself from me so much so that he even locked his bedroom door from the inside at all times, preventing me from going in. "Fine! I won't even touch you anymore, then!" I roared at him in a huff.

I nod, “It did. You were very charming. My parents didn’t invite Bryan to anything unless he overheard us talking about it.” Taran shrugs, “Guess they aren’t dog people.” I shake my head, “No, we are.” He looks at me curiously, and I tell him, “Growing up, we had a dog named Sasha. She had puppies when I was about six. One of the puppies was named General. When I was twelve, General got out of the backyard because the neighbor's dog was in heat. From that litter, we got Sarge. He’s old and grumpy but very loyal. From the day we brought him home until the day I moved out, Sarge followed me everywhere. When I visit, he’s like my shadow.”

"Well, Happy seventeenth Apple. And it is not your day that has been ruined. My brother made me come down here to bring you to him and be the first person to wish you. I had a hot breakfast date and now I have to come and look at that ugly mug of yours. "You are the ugly one. And why has your brother sent for me? Doesn't he have any more rogues to kill?" "Hey! Don't jinx it!" In the last six months, his brother seemed to have contracted some kind of disease or insanity. He had been going around tracking rogue wolves who attacked other wolves and humans and killing the said wolves. It was almost as if his brother had a personal vendetta against them. Thankfully, news of his brother's impendin

I used to have a couple thousand followers on my social media accounts, but now — just two weeks since everything came to light — I’m in the tens of thousands. Random people on the street stop me to ask questions about my ‘brother’ or my parents. They know who I am. Who we are. Someone extremely random even called my dog the other day by his full government name. Chocolate Carrington. But the training sessions I’ve been doing alone at home have worked. Chocolate is a very calm and friendly dog, but now he knows that when I say ‘attack,’ it means I want him to bark like a dog from hell and jump at whoever is in front of us. That has managed to keep many people away from me when I’m walking hi

Reading all your Stories and even writing some myself i actually went for it. My Family dont own a dog but my neigbours do. So i started to help them out to get close to their Dog. Its a middle sized mixed Labrador with black fur and very agile and his name was Bane. I always felt that He would be the perfect fit for my ass. I actually had tryed to get a prostate orgasm by masturbating myself but was never to do so. In my mind i thought only a Big Dog knot would be able to make me cum. So one day i asked them to help for this or that and then took bane for walks. I actually got horny every time i was alone with him. He never mounted me though. So i waited nearly 6 months before they finally

Molly was at his feet. "Yo... you didn’t give Molly chocolate, did you?” I almost hauled him up to his feet to kick his ass. If anything happened to Melissa’s puppy… My brother looked at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Hell no. Chocolate is poison for dogs, asshole. I love Molly.” He reached down and rubbed her head. “Any updates?” I dropped my weight on the sofa and put my face in my hands for a moment so I could compose myself. “Not yet,” he replied forlornly.

But I needed sound advice from him; the one man, or wolf really, who always had a good head on his shoulders and a knack for seeing the broader picture. My paws ate up the ground as I ran around the lake, taking in the sight of the full moon glistening off of the water. Pretty soon, I could hear the heavy fall of paws on compacted earth as Hallow and Willow joined me, a small and adorable beagle pup doing its best to keep up. The sight had me stagger a little, my wolf and I doing a yip in amusement. ‘What’s with the tag along?’ I teased my brother, the small pup starting to bark and nip at my paws when we stopped running.