Ghost Phantom Poodle Novels & Stories

Daisy keeps easy pace with us. I watch Daisy from the corner of my eye-tongue hanging out, tail wagging. "What kind of dog is he?" I ask because I can't take it anymore. "He's a shepadoodle." I glance her way in surprise. "A what?" "German shepherd standard poodle mix," she replies with a straight face. "They're in very high demand." "For crazy people," I mutter. "My family will tell you I'm crazy. What of it? We all need a bit of insanity in our lives. People shouldn't live in a sterile box like you do."

the doctor explained, looking amused at my horror. “No, no, no. That's impossible, Sansa...” I suddenly realized something “What color is the puppy?” "White...” said the doctor confused. “That son of a bitch!” I yelled angrily. “Uncle Louis!” “What?! It's not a lie! It's a bitch!” I answered running a hand through my hair, "That damn Hardy dog ​​took something that didn't belong to him... He was supposed to be old! Aren’t dogs of that age like humans? Isn’t them stop working from their―”

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

She looked at him from head to toe and she admired him so much, she find him to be the kind of man she wanted and he turn around as he was done buying and he got a glimpse of her already devouring him with look and he smiles and he turns back and walks up to her and he looks at her from head to toe and he judge her already by her look dressing and hair that she must be rich. He needed someone to provide his need and also maintain his look because he has been job hunting for years, he can hardly afford a three square meal in a day and he needs someone like her to be his sugar mummy, although she is younger than him but just with a year. He walked up to her. “Hi, I am Patrick and you? He asks

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.