Golden Retriever Ghost Novels & Stories

Marion's gaze was so tender that no one could associate him with the ruthless man he was known as. Debra blushed, whispering, "Haven't I already told you the answer?" Marion went down on one knee and snapped his fingers. A little Golden Retriever wagged its tail, trotting over to Marion's side. Debra was surprised to find it in a red bow tie. The Golden Retriever sat obediently beside Marion, its watery eyes fixed on Debra. Wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue, it looked at Debra expectantly.

It makes him less scary, in my opinion. Could this color be the reason he is called the golden heir, I wonder? It kinda reminds me of the color of my pet retriever when I was a kid. I hear a soft rumble, almost like a faraway thunder and then I realize it’s him chuckling. “No, love, it’s not because I have the same color as a golden retriever.” My jaw drops. “You can read my mind!?”

She pointed at a silver candlestick holder. “This is a nice candlestick holder. It looks really old. Is it an antique?” I became tense. “It’s just a decorative piece.” It had been there since I moved in. Whitley pursed her lips and reached for it. “Let me get a closer look.” “Don’t touch that!” I tried to stop her. But it was already too late. Whitley touched the candlestick holder. Her grip was weak, and it fell straight toward the floor.

At least the hound had cleared the crumbs. Eric glanced at the doorway again. The skinny dog ​​hid behind the wall and peered at him with golden eyes. The renewal week for him is almost over, and the last dog will be gone. He didn't like the way the dog followed him and watched his every move. It also doesn't like to act like a normal dog, barking, wagging its tail and drooling. This dog reminded him of a ghost. Carina gave him food and water and taught him to walk. The dog had done everything but his eyes were still far away and blank, as if waiting for the truth to come out. It was as if waiting had been abandoned on the highway. Single.

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

Tears start burning my eyes as I recognize the Golden Retriever. “Goldie?” I whisper.

Sapphire popped the tiny cupcake back into its pastry box and set it carefully on a shelf beside several jars of canned peaches before she opened the door to leave the tiny room with its one bare light bulb. “You need to empty the dishwasher, too. All the dishes better get put away properly or I’ll tell mother and there will be hell to pay.” Ivory’s scarlet lips sneered at her. Of course, she did. Ivory never lifted a hand to do anything. Except to slap occasionally Sapphire around. You would think her wolf was white with the name Ivory, but the truth was Sapphire’s wolf was truly white. So white, in fact, they called those with this colouring ghost wolves. In this pack, pride in one’s appea

“I’m thinking of getting a dog for the manor.” I leaned in. The wallpaper was a picture of a Golden Retriever, its front paws over a fence, its back half hopelessly stuck. His dark eyes met mine over the top of the screen, a predatory glint in their depths. “I’ve heard,” he said, his voice deceptively casual, “they’re notoriously bad at escaping.”

but not with him but with someone else. “He is a golden retriever, don't lose him,” Grandma smiled and I nodded my head. “I promise, I won't,” I made a promise I could never keep.

He lowered his head and had his lips on her neck, giving it a light kiss. Jennet shivered badly after hearing his sexy husky voice. The female ghost was a male ghost? But, she could not pry her eyes away as she stared at the reflection in the glass; engraving his beautiful appearance in her mind. "Hu... Hue..." her lips trembled as she muttered the name. Her heart pounded madly. She tried to move but was powerless. "Yes..." the blond spoke softly in her ear and kissed her neck lightly while inhaling her scent. Jennet could not contain the fear anymore and her eyes rolled upward. She collapsed to the floor; losing consciousness.