How To Steal A Dog Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She tidied up the displays and straightened the shelves, humming softly to herself. Almost immediately after Marcus left, a little boy with a mop of unruly brown hair skipped up to the counter. A gap-toothed grin spread across his face as he held up a book cover depicting a group of dogs dressed in musketeer attire. "Excuse me, miss," he chirped, his voice brimming with excitement, "Do you have the newest Canine Musketeers book?" Lila smiled warmly. "The Canine Musketeers, eh? Excellent taste! Let's see if we can find it for you."

Could this be where the answers lay hidden? I stepped inside carefully, closing the door behind me. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and must, and I could almost hear whispers of a time long past. I scanned the shelves and noticed a collection of leather-bound journals and faded documents in a language I didn’t immediately understand. My eyes caught on one large, heavy ledger with ornate gold lettering on its cover. The title read simply “The Legacy of the Bloodhound Pack.” My hands trembled as I opened it, and I began to read.

No sign of rest ever came to me and who would've thought it took getting kidnapped—and other unsightly experiences—to get me to take a break. I opened the book allowing myself to get immersed in the world of the protagonists. I wasn't a fan of romance novels but it was quite interesting, the books I'd come across. I have to say, Mr Moretti might have good taste. Well, I'm pretty sure those were for the explicit scenes. Who knew what men like him thought. Much time hadn't passed when I heard the sound of barking. As it drew closer, the barks got louder. I sat up glancing about for the source when a big German Shepherd raced towards me. It barked at me. Instinctively I drew my feet up.

She tilted her head, and looked over at him quizzically. “I didn’t realize dogs had their own written language…what are you reading about? The best howling techniques?” She laughed as she said it, but she kept examining the book. “I’m sorry hun, there are no pictures. I think they save those books for when there are children on board. I can read this to you if you’re interested.” “Do you two ever stop?” Luca said groggily. He turned in his seat and pulled the pillow over his head to drown out their noise.

I muttered, my plus-size frame shifting against the heavy oak chair as the memory of the underground parking ambush burned in my mind. The wolf who kidnapped me wanted a public bidding war to decide who would control the dominion's books. Since he left the final choice entirely in my hands, I played his game right back, knowing full well I would never hand the sacred ledgers to an enemy pack. "Follow my exact instructions, and I will handle the Dawnfang pack's fury myself," I commanded before abruptly severing the communication rune.

Kairox, the king of rogues whose only life goal is to destroy and plunder…then where has all the money he's stolen gone? I follow him, like said dog because I can't bring myself to do anything else. It is the collar, or is it his scent? His entirety has this pull that makes me feel strange, makes me go quiet even though I have thousands of words to say. It is the collar and not the complicated drawings of black ink that crawl up his neck and cover the back of his arms, I conclude as we take a sharp turn.

Just walking. Confident. Like he knew he would catch me eventually. I slipped through the library doors and into the main hallway, heart pounding, eyes scanning wildly for help, from anyone. But the hallway was empty. Dead silent. I moved faster, almost running now. Then the heavy, deliberate sound of boots approaching. Closer. Louder. I entered some dark empty room closing it behind me- oh no wrong move. I shouldn't have entered this room. More easy for them to capture me silently. I backed up toward the far end of the wall, my hand clutching the edge of the table, desperate for something to anchor me.

We tied up our horses by that pole and walked into the cabin. The outside looked run down. Once we walk in, we see things are scattered everywhere. You could tell there was a struggle. I walked over to the table, it's littered with miscellaneous items but one thing stuck out to me. It was an old book with a silver moon on it. Picking it up, the book is hefty and thick, it looks interesting. I know I shouldn't steal but something drew me to the book. Plus I've done a lot worse than stealing. Still, Kathleen would be notably upset with me. Though, it is my kingdom. Technically I own everything here.

Look down on him squatting on the grass with the dog on his lap. It looked up at me. Me, blocking the moonlight makes his amber eyes shine more in the dark. Damn those eyes. I cursed silently. "You! Bring me back the book your dog stole from me." I demanded to him. Recognition flashes in his eyes. It seems to understand what I said. "Ahhhh...." he trailed, then his turn into a frown as if he remembered something nasty. I raised my eyebrows at this answer. 'Ahhhh' that's all? as long as I said that's all he will answer?