Ghost Phantom Poodle Novels & Stories

The letters were uneven, the tape peeling at one corner already, but she’d spent twenty minutes getting it just right, tongue poking out in concentration the whole time. She was nine now—curly dark hair like mine, icy blue eyes like Dante’s, and an obsession with fairy lights that rivaled my own at her age. She’d inherited my habit of stringing them everywhere “for ambience,” as she proudly told anyone who asked. Puck—the hyper border collie who still thought he was a puppy despite turning seven last month—sprawled under the kitchen table, ears perked for any sign of falling food. Milton—the golden retriever who believed the world owed him belly rubs—lay beside him, chin on paws, watching ev

Not long after, the black glow began momentarily swirling in the air before finally forming the silhouette of a phantom-like humanoid! Upon closer inspection, the phantom appeared to be a young man who had a hooked nose, and a pair of upward-slanting brows that laid above eyes that occasionally glinted evilly. Who would’ve imagined that this phantom-like humanoid—who had supposedly already existed for tens of thousands of years—would still retain the appearance of a young man!

I said to him and he kept on barking as a sign of happiness "Look what I brought for you " I inserted my hand into my twenty-year-old bag to bring out the leftover pizza I brought for him. I stood up from where I squatted and jingled the pizza around which made him roll around and jump in circles as he tried to collect the pizza. "Catch!" I threw the pizza two feet away from him and he ran as fast as he could to pick it up. Peanut is an intelligent, playful Scottish Golden Retriever with a dark gold fur color i left him and started walking towards my apartment

and then leaves to get to work. I follow Xander down the steps. He turns right when we reach the second floor and waves as I continue down. I step through the patio door and begin to undress and place my clothes in a drawstring bag and then secure the bag around my neck before shifting. My wolf, Ghost is the perfect predator. His fur is white as snow, his eyes a piercing blue. His appearance lures people in with a false sense of security, but what you don't see from his appearance is the hidden monster within. Ghost is a vicious hunter and an even more vicious protector. Even some of our pack members cower at the sight of him in training.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He had so much control. Ghost closed his eyes and breathed in. Sloshy, goopy sounds vibrated around him. Cracks and rips broke through the haze that shifted in waves. In the time it would take a human to turn around, a giant black wolf replaced the space Ghost once occupied. He shook out his coat and pranced around me, yipping and making chuffing sounds. “Show off.” My hand instinctively reached up and petted his head, giving his ears a little scratch.

I’m blushing because our hands touched. “He looks like a strong pup. We’ll see how his training goes,” he stated, taking his hand back. “What color is he? I want to try and picture him.” I asked. “He’s gray and white bi-colored. His paws, legs, and belly are white, gray speckles along his sides becoming grey along his back, a white streak down from between his ears to the tip of his nose, and a white curly tail. His eyes are an amber-brown color.” Andy described. He is good at giving details.

"Marcus is definitely one of the most paid PAs in the whole of Florida, but I'm sure he won't mind more. But sure, Dad. Let me make some calls. I'll get back to you." "Thank you. I owe you. Whatever you want I'll get it, even a yacht." "Oh please, Dad." She laughed. "You owe me big time." We ended the call and I sat down on the edge of the couch, waiting. Twenty minutes later, my phone buzzed. Emily. "Okay, I found one," she said. "They have a husky and a pharaoh hound. It's a bit out of town, but the owner said they've been there for a while. They're desperate to find them a home."

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."