If Dogs Had Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Are you still dreaming? Who is your fiancee? Aren't you tired pestering me for two years, you look like a dog, oh worst than a dog" "Lance how dare you call me a dog! You should be calling your maid a dog not me!!!! Your calling your fiancee a dog!" Anna almost burst out her tears "Oh? When did I ever have a fiancee, which is a dog? Don't worry I like dogs, because they are licking my shoes and everything they like, they also Love bones, well I'm not bones and I can't supply you bones every year, your the ugliest dog I ever meet, you must be thankful I compared you to a dog when your worst than a dog, a dog can understand a word but you can't"

“What would the guys in those romance books of yours do?” I narrowed my eyes at him--- wishing I could just kill him. That son of a bitch read my books?! I knew that every single wolf in my rogue pack had given me side-eyes every time they caught me reading those pink books with big half-naked honks on the cover. Nobody dared to speak against it, mostly because they fear me... But what the hell was I supposed to do?! It wasn’t like I could gain any good, non-toxic relationship experience living as a rogue with men, most of whom considered women as objects to be used for their lustful desires.

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"

" Serious? What kind of novels? “He asked curiously. “ Period, comedy and dark romance, do you like it? “I asked excitedly, realizing that it was actually nice to talk to him. “ Hmm... “Jackson grimaced. “I'm more into horror and medieval. “But “dogs on board” is comedy. “Yeah, but you like it. “ Jackson looked at some of my books that were on the table. " I saw yesterday. I was surprised that he could have noticed this and made a point of giving me a book to my liking. “Thank you, once again” I thanked him, observing him and finding him kind. “Thank you for yesterday, for staying with me... “Whatever you need, I'll be next door” Jackson said, looking deeply at me with his dark eyes. His pup

"Not everything needs to be a test or a riddle." "Where's the fun in that?" he asked, his hand brushing hers as they turned a corner—accidental or intentional, she couldn't tell. They discussed literature in the observatory, where glass walls revealed the mountains beyond. "You've never read 'Wolf Moon Rising'?" Laura asked, shocked. "It's only the most famous werewolf romance ever written." Zephyr made a face. "I prefer real life books, not books that you women fantasize about." "Boring," Laura teased.

He sat down next to her and allowed her to lean against his chest, gently stroking her long hair. "Fine, if you won't show me, just tell me." "It's just a romance novel," Maisie said with a light laugh. "The female lead loves the male lead deeply, but he has no feelings for her and sees their relationship as a transaction." Daniel's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly interrupted her. "Novels nowadays are full of nonsense. Don't read it." "What's the matter?" Maisie widened her eyes. "Didn't you ask me to tell you about it?"

He could swear her face relaxed. She looked around and her wolf was gone! She spun around and around, looking all over the meadow but he was no where to be found! What would she do without him? And then she saw him, bounding across the meadow towards her. She ran to meet him half way and fell to the ground, hugging him fiercely around the neck. "Where have you been? I was so scared while you were gone. Don't leave me, please don't leave me ever again." She rubbed her face in his furry neck, loving his musky smell. Could someone love a wolf? Why not.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

James sat in his grandmother's cozy living room, listening intently as she read him the stories of Eli, the vampire who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious through sheer determination and the power of love. James had always loved hearing these stories, but today they held a special meaning for him.

"Can I already consider this the cliché of the dog that bites everyone but the protagonist's girlfriend?” Flynn laughed. "Maybe he's too tired tonight to play the villain of the story.” "He looks very docile," I commented, rubbing behind the dog's ears. He opened his mouth, as if he were enjoying the gesture. "I think I'll like to describe his reactions. Animals are very sincere. They communicate with their eyes.” Flynn endured in silence for a moment, then asked: "In the book you are writing, is the cliché protagonist you?” I denied it with my head.