God Dog Lookism Novels & Stories

They hit the herd bell hard to curse in a low voice, my Mate moved away from me smiling at my side She was wearing tracksuits that showed her stomach and that made my wolf rattle like a donkey " What is the ** if I'm a donkey, then what?" And as usual, a wolf with a very long tongue is never silent on those who insult him Celine stood in front of her, my friend, who puts serious and sharp features on her face We agreed that transformation is strictly prohibited in terms of this blonde thing Everyone denounced this condition because they did not know that my girlfriend could not transform..who cares? Is there anyone who cares about them? Is there a March?

His irritation is clearly playful as he scoffs at my observation. “How the hell does she look like me?” He glances down at the dog, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watches Nyx eagerly waiting for her food. “She's a damn dog, sweetheart. The only reason she looks like me is cause of your goddamn bias.“ “Hmm.Are you sure you didn’t get pregnant and gave birth to her?” “Yeah, sure sweetheart. I totally gave birth to a damn dog.” He rolls his eyes at the mere thought—and yet he can't stop himself from running his fingers through Nyx's head. There's clearly some affection there—but he's far too prideful to admit it.

If I had any doubts about their loyalty I don't anymore as I watch Dion kill the hound who was his second in command. Asmodeus stands back to watch. He's not going to get out of here unscathed. In fact, he's not going to get out of here at all. I make myself tiny and fly over to him. Look at the big bad demon hiding behind his dogs. How about we make him a dog? I blow some of my dust on him. He changes into an ugly brown dog that looks like a mix between a pitbull and a chihuahua. I make myself normal size and stand in front of him.

Her sexy manga lashes had matted together. Her eyes were laced with anger as she looked at the evil god standing before her. “I'll really kill you next time fleshling, don't interfere. The human life has no meaning. When they live all they want, it's best they die when they should.” “Will you try to kill him again?.” “Of course little miss hero, no one escapes from me.” She breaks down in tears. It all made sense, he was an evil creature, that was why most people's fates were so cruel.

He started. I look at him and saw how his eyes glow whenever he is looking at the dog and the way his lips curves as he watch Cloud on the floor. "He is a Dobberman." "Oh." I uttered. "Isn't he that mad of a dog? Why can't he befriend me?" I said with a pout. I heard a hiss from someone I am with, so I made a face. "I told you to be at least a human to his eyes." "What do you think of me? A dog of his kind?" I sarcastically replied, starting to get annoyed because of him once again.

Annabelle was busy mumbling under her breath, trying to think of a name for the dog. “Oh, I don’t even know your gender. Are you a male or female dog?” She wondered aloud. Lady Gaga would have to be renamed Lord Gaga if she wanted the dog’s name to be gender appropriate. She marched purposely towards the husky and gently rubbed the underbelly of the dog, her soft, dainty hands caressing softly towards its rear and as her fingers touched its penis, she exclaimed, “Oh, you’re a male dog.” Occupied by her own thoughts, Annabelle did not notice the dog had let out a quiet whimper and hung its head low in embarrassment.

"I love clean sex and can never be interested in your kinks." The more I denied it, the more he seemed interested. His lips lifted in a small smirk. "You'll enjoy being my dog, you know." The word triggered me. God, I hated him! "I am not an animal! You better stop with that bullshit!" "Not talking about the kind of dog you know. When you my dog, it's different. It's why the ladies keep coming back." God knows his word did all manner of things to me, indignation and agitation included. I didn't know how to express it. So, I just glared hard at him then stomped out of the room.

I said. She looked at me like I’d just told her she’d kicked a kitten. “Do they have lousy shifter representation in Detective Doggo?” I couldn’t help it. I cracked up. “I’m sorry, it was a bad joke,” I said. “But, oh my god, you are adorable. The expression on your face is priceless. There’s no poor representation of shifters in that show. I was just making a stupid joke about it being about a dog and me being…you know, part wolf.”

“Isn’t the mate bond special?” I gesture widely to everything around me. “Because I knew something like this would happen.” “Well, what did he look like?” Grandma butts in. “Maybe we know who he is.” Flopping down in the rocking chair across from hers, I let out a frustrated sigh. “He looked like a Dark God. Like an Adonis that is walking among us peasants.” Gramps lets out a groan of frustration, “that literally tells us nothing.” Grandma chuckles at his anger over me finding my mate attractive.

The room was filled with roars and disgusts once again. "I knew it! That fucking gay is a manwhore!" "So that's why he didn't plan up the whole operation. He was too busy fucking up someone's dick for him to abandon his duties and responsibilities. Gross." "He disgusts me. He's a fucking disgrace to the authority and the White Wolf's Clan!"