How To Steal A Dog Novels & Stories

When Ste raised his hands in a desperate attempt to rip off the collar Jamie pushed the button in and held it until Ste curled up on the floor in the foetal position, crying. “Try to take it off and I shock you,” Jamie warned. “You should make him bark like a dog,” Adam heard Zoe whisper to Jamie. Jamie looked down for a moment, thinking about it. “Eat the dogfood,” Jamie said, nudging the dirty bowl of half-eaten kibble and wet dog food over to Ste with his shoe. “Eat it like a dog.”

How dare that good for nothing rogue, bastard gave threat to his mate. He said he will break and burn her legs but before he could raise her filthy eyes on her he will break his legs and hands and then will dip them in the burning coals and will slit his throat and take out his tongue from which he threatens her. He will pop his eyes out which glares at her always. He will shred his body apart if he will even think about coming closer to her, she is his mate.

Sarah won’t be leaving before then. I feel dirty, doing this, preparing to spy on my Mate. Preparing to follow her as if she was a criminal under investigation. It has to be a bad idea, but I don’t have any better ones. There’s a dog outside the second store, some sort of a terrier tied to a drainpipe by his lead, waiting while his owner is in the shop. He growls at me. Maybe I could get myself a dog collar and hang around as the wolf. It would be easier to track Sarah. Humans have bred dogs that look like wolves, they’d just think I was one of those. Father would disown me, if I wasn’t officially dead already. Caleb would mock me mercilessly. Imogen would laugh her ass off. I think Russel,

I seriously had to do something about this situation or my pack would put me out to pasture! I stormed into the library to avoid the damn elders for the second day in a row and her scent hit me. I sniffed everywhere to find out where it was coming from and I realized that it was the blanket. I gripped the blanket and breathed in her scent. Within seconds, I felt my heart rate calm down and I even felt the presence of my wolf coming through, but he still wasn’t speaking to me. I peeked out the door to make sure that nobody could see me and ran down the passage to my room like a kid who had just stolen sugar to put the blanket in my room.

The audience murmurs quietly. “He took keys to nice homes and got the addresses from the patient chart. He’d wait to see if anyone lived in the house. If they did, he’d wait longer. Stake it out. Break in while they were gone and clean them out completely. No forced entry. Just smooth and casual.” Hunter exhales. “He lived well. Beautiful home. Nice cars. Some he stole outright using keys. A few got repossessed — he’d just replace them. Slick as hell.”

Secretly, some guards instructed the void to attack and maim anybody who seemed menacing enough, including Darren and Wickus, the only individuals it permitted close. Lanaya was in the dark. Nor did she have any inkling that it was an Irish wolfhound, not a dog. He responded to her words with a bark. Light and endearing laughter resounded. Meanwhile, Salvetti watched the dog run off and come back with a ball fashioned completely of rope. The dog, seeing her hand outstretched, took off running, hoping she'd give pursuit. Salvetti had to wait for the mutt to leave the area before he could get close. Reason enough were the multiple bite marks on his arms.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine, heated silver and wild with devotion. "Yes, Madame Bennett." His raw, guttural voice made my pussy flutter. "I have just the thing for you," I revealed. My heels clicked against the floor as I hurried into the bedroom. I put my car key somewhere safe, then returned with a black dog collar with silver studs. There was a matching lead in the bag. Alex said nothing as I secured the leather strap around his neck, leaving an inch of room. I hooked the leash to the collar and wrapped the cold leather around my hand.

She had stolen them. That damned woman had walked into my den, stolen the lifeblood of my plans, and slipped away with a smile. And worse of it she had done it right under my nose. And somehow, it only made me want her more. But want had soured to rage. Because if she thought she could toy with me, she was about to learn how wrong she was. I rode hard into Bloodhound pack, the night thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, snapping at the cage of my control. By the time I reached their keep, my patience had worn thin.

Evidently, it wasn’t as easy as the thief's previous heists. The human thief, Dylan, cowered on the floor with his arms wrapped around his head, crying his eyes out. Valefar had commanded me into my wolf form, and I bared my fangs at Dylan. My large form dominated his view, forcing him to look at nothing but a potential future of death-by-Hellhound.

she says in a baby voice, making me scoff. “Why did you steal the dog?” I ask Deiniol, making him scrunch up his face. “We were throwing bottle bombs at this house and this little guy was still in there. I couldn’t leave him there.” Nerthus gasps, covering the puppy’s ears. “Don’t your men usually check if there is anybody still left in the house?” “I’m sorry to disappoint you,” I grin slyly as I lean in to her. “But we aren't social welfare.”