Doggyride Novel Tweedehands Novels & Stories

Did he say mates? Did you say mates? I did. Listen. Don't freak, but I'm going to move up beside you. And I won't look like me. A ribbon of thrill snaked through her. Everything she'd read so far in the book came rushing back to her on a tidal wave of excitement. She sat perfectly still, watching from the corner of her eye as a large animal moved softly into her peripheral range. She turned her head slightly and her eyes widened. A huge black-pelted animal moved casually until it was on the porch right next to her. About the size of a Great Pyrenees dog, it could have been one of the drawings in the book come to life.

Mom is running around with a broom in her hands, trying to shoo the chickens back toward their coop, and dad is being chased by both llamas. Baldur is standing half out of the barn, watching everything transpire, and Thor is on the freaking porch. He’s licking the living room windows and, as soon as Riley and I get out of the truck, a dog I’ve never seen before comes bounding from the woods, yipping and barking. I freeze, eyes wide as I try to figure out what to do. But then Riley takes off, running full speed toward the stray.

Ryder had the strangest nudge that his captain had sent out his bloodhounds after them. The Captain's dogs which were skilfully trained by the best were quick to detect an individual scent using a piece from the person's clothes. He grabbed Tiana's hand, "we need to be on the move," Ryder motioned, mouthing at her. She followed closely behind him, guiding him to a back door. And once they stepped outside, they were on the run.

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—”

Hacker Last night, Wendy and I got a lot of work done digging the trench for the security lines. We made it a game, and I love her competitive spirit. Her wolf is beautiful and my wolf, Saggio, purred loudly at how beautiful Dasha is. She stood proudly, letting him look her over. Then she’d rubbed her face against his, her wolf showing mine the same affection that Wendy showed me. I’m glad that her wolf seems to accept us as much as the woman does.

Joey squeaked and then giggled as he wrapped his arms and legs around Tate. “Just as I was wondering if anyone- human or canine- had shown her any affection at all in her short, lonely life, she did something unique in my experience of dogs. She raised her forehead to mine and very deliberately nuzzled my nose. Then She stepped back, looked into my eyes, came forward, and did it again.” Tate read, reading from the book “Amazing Gracie, A Dog's Tale” to Joey as they sat under the tree in the backyard.

prompting laughter amongst the group. He scrunched his nose, chuckling. Ace affectionately scratched the dog's ear, exuding warmth towards the loyal pet by his side. Taking Su's hand in his own, Ace gently guided her to place their hands on the dog's forehead, offering a tender caress that elicited a smitten giggle from the young girl. "Can we bring it with us?" she pleaded, her eyes sparkling as she admired the Doberman, fully grown and exuding a dangerous aura.

Curious, Olivia followed his gaze and gasped softly, her heart dropping at the sight. Nestled near a small cluster of bushes, nearly hidden among the leaves and twigs, was a tiny, trembling puppy. Its fur was a matted mess, and its small paw appeared to be caught painfully in the tangles of underbrush. The poor creature was whimpering softly, its cries echoing the heart-wrenching distress in its eyes, which glimmered with fear and longing for help. The sight tugged at Olivia’s heart, urging her to act as Sebastian’s expression shifted from calm to concern.

*Kiera* The private jet hums softly around us, a comforting backdrop to the excitement bubbling in my chest. I glance over at Frida, her face aglow with anticipation as she cradles Webby in her lap. The little golden retriever puppy is squirming and pawing at her, occasionally letting out a tiny yip that makes us all laugh. I can’t help but smile at the sight; it’s like watching a living embodiment of joy.

“Ta-da!” Barry looked at the crate on the floor and dread filled him. Heather bent down and swung open the door and a blonde, chubby puppy tumbled out. Abby squealed in his ear and wrestled with him so she could get down to the puppy. The little dog had a big bow tied around his neck and in all the excitement he had already piddled on the parquetry floor. “It’s a puppy!” Abby squealed as he set her down and he heard Becky’s groan behind him.