Fiction Books About Dogs Novels & Stories

"Ninety-five. Too short. One hundred fifteen. Too long. One hundred five. Getting warmer. One hundred nine. Colder. Okay, here it is. A Girl and a Dog. One hundred pages." Jane walked up and down the shelves, half looking at the titles, half looking at nothing. "Here's another one," Emily called over to her in a loud whisper. "A horse of Her Own. Exactly one hundred pages. Do want it? Or do you want A Girl and a Dog instead?" Jane shook her head. "It sounds like a children's book." "It looks like a short book. Okay, here's another one. One hundred and three pages. There's a dog on the cover too."

I mumbled softly and Ashton frowned at me. "I'm hoping that Xavier returns to himself. He's been an ass these past few months," he growled roughly. I gave him a slight smile and told him I was going to head outside. He watched me head out onto the porch. I inhaled the fresh air deeply and Eva sighed in contentment. "You prefer it here, don't you wolf," I said sternly and Eva growled bluntly, "yes, but I miss our mate." "I do too, wolf," I sighed and glanced out toward the mountains. I rubbed my swollen abdomen and turned as the back door opened. Noah was standing there and gave me a wave.

Slightly opposite to beta male: less open and attractive to women, more inclined to intellectual activities. She scanned the living room, which was filled with dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. Puppies, crossbreeds, purebred dogs and even hounds. A few were gathered in the kitchen, huddled together as they were fed and licked with water. The rest kept their ardent footsteps exploring their new home, sniffing corners and running from room to room. A curly-haired terrier was chewing on a pillow that had fallen to the floor. A black poodle jumped on the couch and lay down to sleep. One more left, the hybrid dog (mutt) looked ready to raise his paw to mark the speaker, but Anna grabbed him and threw

The sight was quite a normal thing, but Felix was full of joy! He had recognized one of the dogs called Dash—a small dog raised by Karina. Although it looked like a stray, it had high intelligence. As they were getting along in Eden Village, Felix had thought Dash was almost like a spirit. "You poor things! Let me get you guys something to eat." He went back inside and brought out some ham sausages. The dogs immediately began wagging their tails crazily. Felix fed the two dogs and took the opportunity to sneak the note behind Dash's hind paw into his pocket.

"Do you smell the other wolves?" He nodded. "Yeah, and I can just sense them. My wolf tells me if I'm not paying attention." "He tells you?" she asked. "Yeah, he talks to me…in my head." Jane burst out laughing. "Seriously, Alex? And you called Delia a psychopath? You have a dog that talks to you in your head." He stopped and put his palm on his chest. "You hurt his feelings. That dog saved your life." Jane smiled. "You're right. He did, and I thank him for it. Does he ever… I don't know, say anything about me?"

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

Christmas carols echoed from the banquet hall, but their melodies couldn't pass through the stone walls of the detention center. I was curled up in a corner of the silver cage. My diamond-studded dress that cost millions of dollars was torn up, and the burns on my skin that were caused by silver weapons were throbbing lightly. Three hours ago, I was still at the Silvermane pack's Christmas ball. Damien Londo, the strongest Alpha in the world, and the wolf whom I had loved for five years, dragged me out of the banquet hall in front of all the other wolves as if I were nothing but trash. He then threw me into the detention center.

Xandar opened his eyes and tried not to make a sound as he looked up at Lucianne, who was holding her book in one hand. She was already halfway through it. He peeked at the cover, and realized that it was a book on the neuroscience behind wolf-behavior.

“That’s what these faeries do. They want people to follow their orders, their rules, their say-so, but when it’s their turn, they hide behind some guy they tricked into servitude.” The dogs calmed, and Beki barked at them to move aside. A heartbeat later, the nearest one bowed its head and stepped backward to reveal a gap in the bookshelves. “Thank you,” I said and meant every word. Griff and I walked side by side through the space between the dogs, whose bodies drifted over us like the morning fog. They weren’t Hellhounds. Hellhounds were hot and smelled of brimstone. These creatures seemed to be made of something much colder than smoke.

No one POV . A red signal brought their car to a halt. Their car was the first one on the lane. Arbaaz looked out the window and saw a woman playing with the street dogs. She had long hair and fine height. The dogs seemed to really like her. Even, he was fond of dogs, and he, himself had 4 German shepherds, kids of Rocky (could read about this Dog in detail in my Book 2). He never knew that a woman was playing with dogs. All the women he knew are afraid of them at first until and unless they are their pets.