Don T Mess With The Puppy Novel Novels & Stories

Ethan crouched before me, his brow furrowed with concern. My voice was a rasp. "The pup… he's gone." "What?" "My pup! My seven-moon pup is gone!" I jabbed a finger at my abdomen. Ethan’s expression shifted from confusion to gentle worry. "Lily, did you have a bad dream? You haven't been carrying a pup." I stared at him, fury and terror rising. "I haven't? We just came from the Moon Blessing!" Ethan’s frown deepened. "My love, we visited the shrine today, but for a routine aura alignment. Not a Blessing."

Thankfully she took right to it and loves her little potty. I pick up his tiny hand and rub my thumb over the back. He’s so damn soft. He’s already got some dark hair and certainly Aurora’s cute nose. I don’t see my features yet but he smells like me all right. “Lucy named Rosie right,” I ask, as she nods. *What do you think,* I ask my wolf. He’s too busy strutting around in my mind, lost in his own world. “I met a pup named Colton at the daycare, I thought that was a pretty cool name,” I say, kind of stuck for any other ideas.

Then I stopped. Because I was curious. Really curious. I turned around. I picked up the notebook. Just for a second. That was the lie I told myself. I opened it. The first few pages were nothing special. Dates. Random thoughts. Complaints about school. Something about Ethan leaving dirty plates in the sink. I almost smiled. *Okay. This is boring.* I flipped another page. Then I saw my name. *Knox.* I stopped. My smile disappeared. I read the line underneath.

And I'm being replaced, step by step. What really killed it for me was that evening. I came home early from the gallery, wanting to surprise Dominic. It was the anniversary of the day we met. I walked into the study and heard Kayla's voice through the half-open door. "Don, just provoke Donna a little more," she said, light and almost playful. "She'll get so scared of losing you, she'll stop trying to control you." I stood outside the door, waiting for Dominic's response. A few seconds of silence. Then he said, "You sure?"

The more she told, the more confused I became. "Oh, princess, you know what they say, a puppy is a woman's best friend! My puppy hit the whore's head with her gun to protect me, the whore lost her balance and was going to fall forward. I was going to kick her hand to disarm her so I wouldn't get shot, but then I got confused and kicked her face!"

he says, gesturing humorously, and I see a small grin spread across her face. The tension eases a little more, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through heavy clouds. Callum shifts in his seat, his movements slow and careful, and leans slightly toward Nevina. “You like... an-animals?” Her face brightens, and she nods enthusiastically. “Yes! Uncle Dwayne brought me a puppy once. He said I wasn’t supposed to have it, but he let me keep it anyway. His name was Max.” Callum’s eyes flick to me briefly, a shadow crossing his expression, but he quickly masks it. “So you've met. L-little Bear,” he says, nodding toward the pup curled up beside her.

All night, I explored all the options my mind offered. The highlight is me calling him by his name over and over again. I don’t think this is healthy anymore. Do I care? Nope. “Charlotte, you have to be good, you can’t chew on the pillows, okay?” he negotiates with the puppy. It’s beyond cute. Charlie proceeds to gnaw on the said items. “Charlotte, are you listening to me?” the puppy snags a side of the pillow in between her teeth and drops it on Mr. Austin’s lap.

★ 6 years later Location: South Africa A beautiful young girl not more than 5 years with long dark hair and bright blue eyes like the ocean was playing alone with a cute friendly puppy inside her fenceless compound, in a quiet calm neighborhood when all of a sudden the puppy left the child and ran towards the road almost like it was possessed. “Max! Come back Max…wait up..” the little girl went after her puppy. The little girl suddenly paused when she saw her puppy at the feet of a tall stranger with long, dark hair and blue ocean eyes like hers. “Is he yours?” The man asked as he bent down and carried the puppy gently but firmly in his arms. “Yes,” the little girl replied boldly, seemingly

“Help! Somebody, help!” Suddenly, a flash of black fur leapt over me—my puppy, only he was bigger now, his mismatched eyes glowing unnaturally in the light of the barn.. He was trying to help me, just like before. But this time, Sarah had come prepared. She plunged a knife into the dog’s side, hot red blood spraying down on my face. With a crunch and a whimper, he went limp right beside me. And then Sarah’s knife came down on me next. I screamed… And screamed… And screamed.

Ah, he did not say offsprings, he said pups. Then Don introduced her to the portrait of a wolf named Pine. He said Pine is a unique wolf that's why he choose him. He mentioned a few times how special Pine is. Sarah thought Pine might be Don's wolf pet. She don't know if that is normal but with rich people, nothing is impossible. Don did not elaborate further as she have to answer grandma's call. Don drived Sarah to Jimmy's house. They found Jimmy on the floor with a wet towel on his forehead. His grandma looks very worried but she is relieved when she saw Sarah.