Dolly Dalmatian Novels & Stories

Too steep down to reach. The dogs were in a wooden box, shoved in the corner of the kitchen between the fridge and the back door. Leia was a large, brown, terrier type with stiff waves of wiry fur. She lay very still, spread out flat on a sour-smelling blue blanket. Her breaths were fast and shallow, her ribs pressing up against her skin in pulses. Her eyes were dull, glazed over. Her nose was dry. She flinched when I touched her, but that was all. She was scrawny as a dried-out prune with a heartbeat stuck in it, but her teats were fat and swollen. Plump beneath her thin skin, heavy against her bones. Like they were sapping all the strength out of her. I guess they were. The puppies were do

“Now that alpha leadership is established, fess up. What’s the girl name for?” Shelby rolls her eyes with a smile. “When I was young my mother bought a purebred standard poodle and named her Daisy.” Her voice lowers. “She was the sweetest and smartest puppy on the planet. As she grew it became evident she wasn’t the perfect purebred dog my parents paid for. When they questioned the seller, he admitted his female may have come into contact with their German shepherd. My parents gave Daisy back and received a full refund. It devastated me. Two years ago, I saw an advertisement for shepadoodle puppies and decided to check them out. The only one who looked like my Daisy was this monster.” She re

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

While Vincent was busy learning about business and caring for his education, the young girl would often sneak into his house and climbed through his window, since his room was on the first floor. The young girl was always dressed in white dresses with lace and she always had this white tiger doll she used to carry around even after she became a teenager as if it was her most precious possession. At first when they started getting close, he did not really pay too much attention to her because although she was incredibly beautiful even at such a young age, he found her personality to be a bit unbearable.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

“Eli, this isn’t a five-star hotel. Unload your own crap.” Eli jogs over. “Snoopy, are you ready to escape that nasty cage? I bet you are ready to pee on everything sticking up in the backyard, aren’t ya?” I’m thankful we thought to put Denali in his crate in our bedroom. Eli didn’t tell us he planned to bring Snoopy, his Jack Russell Terrier. It shouldn’t be an issue. The house is plenty big enough for all of us, and it will give Denali someone to play with while we work.

Emmi from Wolversons, I smile at that. “Too late, D already put my number in her phone this morning. Feel free to message me anytime Daisy, it will be wonderful to have another woman close who knows how hard it is.” She winks at me and I think Oscar groans, I think it was Oscar. “Okay, so.” I look between them and decide to try to guess who is who. I point to Roland first. “You’re the crazy one who likes torture.” I point to Diogo. “You’re the soft one.” I look between Jax and Oscar, which are they? “You’re both hard Doms,” I say and they laugh.

I wasn’t sure, but even as I hear him speak such things, I can’t ignore the pain that it leaves me feeling. “I don’t want to hear something like that from you.” I say quietly. “Anybody but you.” “Why’s that?” He asks, but before I can answer, the door to the waiting room opens and a doctor appears. “Are you the family of Darlene Owens?” He asks, eyeing us. “We are,” I respond, jumping up. “How is she?” “I’m sorry.” He says softly. “We did everything we could, but she didn’t make it.”

A puppy attempted to play with her, but she snobbishly ignored him. "Hey Danny," He wrapped me in a hug when they reached us. I chuckled and accepted it. "Hi, guys this is Kari," The boys said their hi's. Carter seemed almost mesmerized by her. How cute. "Who is this?" I asked, reaching to let the pretty dog sniff my hand. She moved her nose away from me. "This is Dolly, she's a Saluki. I got her for Christmas last year." Cooper answered while petting her back.