Novel & Cerita Homeward Bound Chance Dog

"Summer, Audrey won't even look at me anymore. She's gone back overseas. You're all I have left. I swear, I've changed. Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything. Just come back to me." He pulled out a legal document with shaking hands. "I've signed over everything—my mother's inheritance, the Lenza family. I'll let you run it with me. Or without me. Please, just give me one more chance. Even if you don't love me… take it for the money. Just don't leave me." I looked at him, kneeling there like a broken man. And I saw it—his regret was real. But I wasn't the same woman anymore. I no longer softened at the sight of his tears. I wasn't moved by apologies or promises. I didn't believe in the il

I talked to the dog driving along the winding road. Of course, it didn’t talk back but still Dog offered great company. I’d named it dog in the short span of twenty minutes we’d interacted and it somehow felt good to talk to someone who didn’t talk back. Chance was the worst company a man could have. Running one hand over its ears and being very much aware it may have been infested with fleas, I laughed bitterly, “Maybe she’ll hate me a little les when she sees you. She likes dogs. The last one she had died mostly because of me. She said the dog reminded her of her grandma, that it was heaven sent”

Theresa DeLania lived in a quaint two bedroom town house. She never locked her door because of the neighborhood, everyone trusted each other, which made what Brent had to do all the easier. He didn't think that Theresa was married or involved with anybody, but he did know that she lived with Saber. Saber was an Alaskan Malamute, she brought him in a couple months ago to get fixed. As Brent neared the door he kept an eye out for Saber, one thing he knew was that dogs were unpredictable. He needed to lure Saber outside so he pulled out a whistle designed for dogs.

The bright sun light coming from the window made Shaggy's golden black fur even more shiner. "Now you look a clean boy. Maria washed you good." He said while cupping his face. "Aww you my baby are the cutest thing I ever saw. You know what if I had the permission, I would've taken you for a walk. I don't want you get trapped in this house like me." Aiden said while giving the dog a sad smile. He never got a free willing life, but he still got the chance to walk around freely now after meeting Jonathan he lost that opportunity also.

Their temper diminished when they realized that it was the owner of the house. Ciro rushed over and opened the door for her again. Bethany did not get out of the car for fear of the canines. -Don't be afraid, they know you and love you very much. -Ciro said, waiting for her. The woman took a deep breath and carefully put one foot on the ground and then the other. Suddenly, the dogs pounced on her, but before she could get scared, she noticed how friendly they were with her. They wagged their tails from side to side and fought for her attention. Bethany, calm, greeted each one, reading their respective names on the bone-shaped tag hanging from their collars: "Azteca" "Taliban" and the female

Probably caught trying to steal some food. Probably no family or kids or connections. The dog stood quietly at the foot of the stairs and watched him climb. Alex remembered the summer he’d found an old mutt in the woods. The dog was starved, with clumpy fur and hopeless eyes. Alex dragged him home and plied him with food and water. Eventually he nursed him back to health and made a friend. He’d managed to hide him from his mother for a while since the house was so big, and the housekeeper agreed to keep the secret. Then one day he arrived home from school and went looking for him and noticed his father was back from a trip to the Cayman Islands. He knew immediately his dog was not there. Whe

Sarah sounds on the verge of tears. “We… lost one. Might lose another.” The voice on the other end is broken. “There are bites and scratches, especially on Keppy and the colts, but they should heal.” “And the… dogs?” Sarah glances over at me sidelong. She’s trying to tell me something, but I can’t work out what. “Several got away. The rest went… wherever the Marsh takes them. Buried twenty feet under, probably.” Sarah sniffs and clears her throat. “I should come up.”

Not after the hurt that was etched on her face at the Hills household when I threatened her. Stepping in, I caught sight of a shiny silver wolf on the balcony. Her wolf was attractive, I couldn't agree more. And the size was beyond the size of a normal wolf. Her wolf... Something was familiar about her wolf, even its size. I couldn't quite pinpoint...wait... It was Adriana's wolf that she looked like. Wow! What a big coincidence. When I recollected myself I took a few steps further into the room, having a clearer view of her wolf whose gaze was fixed at me.

"What is going on, Hudson?" He moved over to the desk, leaning against it as he crossed his arms. "Parker sent me. Betsy told me she sent you home for the day, so here I am." I nodded as I waited for him to continue. "There was an incident today. One of our pups was taken and left for dead on the border. He's only fifteen. He's stable now, but we don't know how they got to him. A lot of the pack members are angry."

she murmurs, her voice small but happy. I watch as Callum visibly relaxes beside me, his shoulders losing some of their tension. His hand slips from mine, resting on his thigh as he leans a little closer to Nevina. “I... used to have...a dog a lot bigg-er than Little Bear. His name was...chance.” “Really?” Nevina looks up at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What kind of dog?” Callum glances at me, as if gathering strength, before turning back to her. “Germ-German shepherd. They are smart and brave.”