Great "dog" Books Novels & Stories

For over an hour, they had sat in the sitting room as Sofia had pointed at all the dogs she hoped to own one day. There had been a Jack Russell, cocker spaniel, Chihuahua, Pomeranian, Dachshund, Saint Bernard, German Shepherd, in fact, the girl had pointed to every single breed of dog in the book and simply stated she wanted each one. She had a feeling the moment Sofia unleashed all her cuteness, Dmitry had no chance.

"Hey, do you want to get back at the man who hurt you?" Logan spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at me with alarmingly bright eyes. "Yes." A vicious smile curled on my lips as I lazily tilted his chin up with the toe of my shoe. "Then become my lapdog, and I'll give you everything you want." Logan lowered his head and fell silent. Just as I grew impatient and was about to turn away, he reached out and grabbed my ankle. "Woof." From then on, Logan became my most devoted lapdog.

Alexander said. Elijah laughed. He couldn't help it—the laugh came out of him, the real laugh, the one that came from somewhere deep. Alexander's face did something complicated—pleasure, maybe, and something that looked like surprise, as if he still, after four years, was not used to the sound of Elijah's laugh. "The dog's tail doesn't lie," Elijah repeated. "That's going to be the title of your memoir." "I'm not writing a memoir." "Everyone writes a memoir eventually. Yours will be called The Dog's Tail Doesn't Lie. It will be a surprise bestseller. People will be confused because they expected a book about finance and instead they got a book about a man who consulted a dog about the São Pa

and hurled it onto the table. "It's about time you hit the books, Mr. Sterling. Section Four of Chapter Three explains how to avoid leaving your partner feeling like a clumsy rookie has assaulted them. "With your pathetic technique, even the bare minimum would put you to shame. Stop making a fool of yourself." Jake's face went pale as our eyes met. He couldn't make sense of it. The dip in his affection levels didn't seem to faze me at all. "Fine. Whatever," he snapped, tugging at his tie. With a guarded look, he stepped back, sizing me up. "I don't know what kind of stunt you're pulling today, but you had better watch your mouth. One wrong move, and you'll answer for it.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

My dog, it seemed, was another one of those monstrous creatures of the worst nightmares of an emotional writer. A dog the height of a mountain, with three angry heads on the black and hairy neck, with legs larger than two cars and a rabö that did not equal any size I could resemble. The amber eyes like those of a panther watched me, and the muzzle of the middle head sniffed, inspiring my smell. Whatever made sense, the huge teeth appeared in the three wide mouths, and Cerberus growled like a hungry creature, getting so close that I almost peed.

S U M M E R My little minion took her sweet time getting ready for bed. When I walked in, she was still chattering away, holding out one of three different books for us to read. "That one, Mommy! I love alligators. And wolves. Do we have any books about wolves?" Only my daughter would choose an alligator book over a cheerful dog or a cuddly teddy bear. But wolves? "I don't think we have any wolf books, but how about a doggie story?"

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them. "Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine." "But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy. His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed. "She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here." His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

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.

He leaned down slightly, his breath hot against my cold face, and delivered his final, crushing sentence in a low whisper. "Who do you think you are? You're not a god, Danny. You're just a dog."