Doggyride Novel 10 Novels & Stories

Her hand shook as she reached out and gently touched its neck. The dog did not snap or growl, and Jovie's fear ebbed away. She stroked its head, whispering words of comfort. "Big doggy, did the bad people take you too? Don't worry, my daddy will come for us soon. He's like a superhero, super strong. He'll beat up the bad guys and get us out of here..."

How could I save him when it felt like everything was slipping out of my control? “Cassia.” His voice was soft, but the urgency in it was undeniable. “We have to go. Now.” I nodded, too stunned to speak. Without another word, I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest as the sound of the distant howl grew louder and closer. And then, just as we reached the edge of the woods, I heard something that made my blood run cold. A second howl. Closer. Much, much closer. “Move!” The rogue shouted, his voice urgent. “We don’t have much time—”

Zeke’s jeep rumbles in front of Ethan's apartment building, headlights slicing through the night. It’s past eight, and the cool evening air brushes my skin as I step forward, backpack slung over one shoulder. My heart kicks harder than I’d like to admit, fueled by a terrifying mix of dread and reluctant curiosity. So I'm going into the world of wolves...wolves that have been wolves all their lives, not a human like me. What's it going to be like?

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

I yell back. The drivers nods and gestures for us to come in, Enzo sat in front and I squeezed into the back with a very happy great dane that occupied most of the space and barked happily at me. “Awn what’s his name.” I coo while petting the dog. The truck driver smiles. “It’s a girl actually, her name is Daisy.” I pet her some more as she tried to lick my face. The ride went to a comfortable silence as we rode down the straight road.

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.

Seated, the car accelerates down the driveway as I ask, “What was Nova’s response?” “He’s scouting the area and awaiting our arrival” He responds and I say no further, patiently holding onto my calm countenance barely by the tips of my fingers. It’s a long drive there and as the time ticks on, it’s becoming torture to keep my wolf’s rampage restrained and not let the beast out of its cage. ~

I sat in the study, proofreading the new novel I was writing, beside me was a bottle of ice soda, yes! soda gives me inspiration when reading, besides me, on the floor, lay Arthur’s pet Rottweiler, the dog had nearly tore me off, the day it saw me, Arthur had to calm it down, I don’t know if Arthur explained to the dog that I was his wife, because the next day, the dog had sauntered up to me and wagged it’s tail, it quickly became friends with me.

No sign of rest ever came to me and who would've thought it took getting kidnapped—and other unsightly experiences—to get me to take a break. I opened the book allowing myself to get immersed in the world of the protagonists. I wasn't a fan of romance novels but it was quite interesting, the books I'd come across. I have to say, Mr Moretti might have good taste. Well, I'm pretty sure those were for the explicit scenes. Who knew what men like him thought. Much time hadn't passed when I heard the sound of barking. As it drew closer, the barks got louder. I sat up glancing about for the source when a big German Shepherd raced towards me. It barked at me. Instinctively I drew my feet up.