Dogman Stories Novels & Stories

Then, slowly, he typed: > Cases of dog's who turned into a man overnight.<

It wasn't to record his own life but to record all the details about Elena that he had once overlooked. He wrote about the first year of their marriage, when Elena threw out her back from scrubbing the floor and curled up in the corner of the kitchen in pain. He had walked past and seen her, but he had only looked away coldly. He wrote about the second year of their marriage, when Elena was working at the casino, and a drunk gambler grabbed her wrist. She had pulled away and hid in the bathroom to cry, but then she came back out with a smile and continued dealing cards.

I straightened slowly and turned. Damian was leaning against the island counter, arms folded over his bare chest, wearing nothing but black tactical pants that hung low on his hips. His skin still gleamed faintly—fresh from a workout or a shower, I couldn’t tell. A single dog tag rested in the hollow of his throat. His hair was damp, pushed back, and his eyes were locked on me like a sniper scope. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked. Slowly. Thoroughly. From my bare feet up my legs, lingering where the panties cut high on my hips, over the strip of bare stomach the tank exposed, pausing at my breasts—nipples already tight and visible through the thin fabric—then finally meeting my eyes.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're my person now. I would never harm you." Scar took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "I ... I want to believe you, but I've heard stories about ... about what wolves do to their lovers. They hurt them. Use them up until they can't be used anymore." "The stories are true." Damon tilted his head to get a better look at her. "Wolves are known for being rough and monstrous, but I assure you, I'm not like that." He flashed her a charming smile. "Unless you want me to be."

Doug's P.O.V. I'm watching Bram prepare my warriors to go after the bunnies and feel uneasy. He said he wants to kill them all. I want Sydney. She may try to kill me, but she will be mine. I tried to tell him, but he brushed me off. At first, I thought he was a wolf, but he said he was a black bear. I would have never agreed to work with him if I had known that. I wonder if he's part of that bear gang we attacked a while ago to see how my poison worked on them.

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them. "Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine." "But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy. His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed. "She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here." His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

" I tried to calm myself down, but it was too late. My fury had reached a boiling point, and I was consumed by a rage I couldn't control. I remember feeling an overwhelming urge to unleash my beast, to let it roam free and wreak havoc and I found a suitable outlet for my fury. I targeted those who deserved it, the kind that wronged me. I destroyed the pack, the thrill of unleashing my beast and watching them cower in fear. They thought they could stand against me, but I am the demon werewolf, the one who has brought terror to both the supernatural and human worlds. I slaugh***tered them all, their screams and pleas for mercy music to my ears. But as I was driving away from the carnage, I fel

I lazily said as I got down from the car. "Hey mum? Is that all you got? Get in! Now!" She ordered but I hugged her instead. I don't want to ever feel like I was never going to see her again. "I'm sorry mum" I cried and she patted my hair. That was enough to tell me she wasn't mad anymore. I decided not to tell her about the horrific experience I had with the wolves because it'll only make her worried. "Like I said, they are an interesting set of people. Stella informed the police and formed a search team. She was literally crying" my mum laughed.

“Golden wolf did you say “ I ask with a frown . “ yes , she was large and beautiful and her eyes were glowing bright gold “ he says with a far away look in his eyes . I can tell he's thinking about his mate . Standing up I promise to look into the wolf as one ;I am now excited for him and two the memory of the stories of the golden wolf story is pulling at me to look into it . I always thought my grandpa was just telling me fairytail stories . I kiss my brother ,head to the door while looking over my shoulder and say “leave it to me big brother, i shall help you find our queen “ he just chuckles and shakes his head .