Dogman X Petey Fanart Novels & Stories

Evie's day was going perfectly well. She had just finished painting and her whole body was covered in paint, not that she would have minded if it were her folly that got the paint there... but no, standing beside her was her best friend who had begun to make a mess out of everything. "I painted a dog. Look at this beautiful painting and tell me about its origin.." "I think it originated from the forest at the West border." Ethan shook his head. "That looks like a buffalo when wet. Appreciate the artwork and do not use it to play around." He cautioned.

she said, blushing furiously, “he said we’ll wait till the end of the month for our wedding.” Bianca looked at her lovely friend and beamed. Gone was the shy, retiring Roxanne Piccolo. In her place was this confident, yet still reserved young artist, whose works were selling like hot cakes. The Pet had seen the indulgent, proud way Van Dyle looked at his lover when he thought no one was aware. The love in his grey eyes shone brightly as he gazed at Roxanne. Now Roxanne looked to baby Cian who was trying to hug little Eve. Xander was playing with a train set that his adoring Daddy had bought for him, though Roxanne had protested that it was way too expensive for a child of Xander’s age.

" 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

“Bullshit reasoning! I pay to keep a dog, not to let it boss me around or get myself mauled. There’s no ‘logic’ here—if a dog bites people, it’s wrong. Period!” Xena was momentarily speechless. “You…!” She quickly regained her composure and snapped back. “Don’t change the subject! I’m streaming today because Kate Lincoln abused her dog. I’ve seen that dog myself—it’s the sweetest thing!” “Hahaha!” Dogman suddenly burst into laughter, leaving the livestream chat flooded with question marks. After his laughter subsided, he said mockingly. “Sweet? Folks, don’t let this chick fool you. I’m Dogman—I’ve never taken in a so-called ‘sweet’ dog.

I was just a poor art student then, an orphan working shifts at a coffee shop to pay tuition. I painted in my spare time, dreaming of my own gallery show. Then one day, a rich bitch from school poured a scalding latte all over my final project. "Oops," she sneered. "Something this pathetic was never going to hang in a gallery. I was just helping you take out the trash." I tried to fight back, but her friends cornered me, and a slap stung my face. That's when Damon appeared. He wasn't the monster he is today. Back then, he wore an expensive, handmade suit. A god who’d stumbled into the wrong part of town.

Pete remembered something else again, back then in the training camp, Tanner had said his mark looked like a wolf bite. Pete slammed the laptop shut. It was official, he was crazy. What was he even thinking about? That Frank was a werewolf? No, that was crazy. 'Oh goddess' was probably from a movie or something. That was it. His phone buzzed. ♠️ Frank: Hey Petey👅 😈: Hey ♠️ Frank: no grandpa teasing? Petey👅 😈: oh silly me, I forgot ♠️ Frank: want to come over, I want to see you

he said. “Fine,” she said, and let herself smile so he would. He did, a small, rare thing, and the window caught it and laid it over the city like a shield. Her earpiece clicked once. Rafe’s voice slid through, silk over wire. “Red door says hello. The dog says bacon was an excellent policy decision. The cousin says a bad word about our mothers and promises a parade at sunset.” “Let him march,” the Don said, gaze never leaving Selena. “We’ll take the street afterwards and wash it.”

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Ahh here he is " Pete." I called for him The dogs barked all of them " What?" He questioned " So you're upset, spider?" I asked him as I made my way near him, ignoring the dogs I don't know why they hate me. " I don't want to talk, please, if you want something tell me or let me be." Artimis stood in front of him and showed me his tusks as Pete caressed him and said, " Easy easy." " Make me some juice."

Turning to Xander, I clung to his body, seeking comfort and protection. “I don’t want to die like this,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. His embrace tightened around me, and the memory of our past moments of love flooded our hearts. “I’m sorry,” the owner of the dog apologized, swiftly grabbing their pet by the collar. “It’s okay,” Xander replied calmly, his composure unwavering. “What do you mean, okay? What if your dog has bitten me?” The woman, dressed in a short jogging outfit, avoided my gaze and looked toward Xander. A smile formed on her face as she passed by. Xander’s eyes followed her momentarily before refocusing on me.