If Dogs Had Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Caleb was having sensual love with two beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed women on a large white bed. After he enjoyed a romance with the exceptional women from Rushiyyae on Dagr back then, he fell in love with that kind of feeling. Eren also noticed that he was a pervert. Hence, he immediately got two local beauty pageants from Rushiyyae after he was back at Little Xeottect to accompany Caleb for a month. If one wanted to keep a dog, one could not just ask the dog to bite and tear one's enemy apart. In addition, one had to feed the dog well. Consequently, the dog would work hard for its master.

But Romeo's mutt scent filled the room and disgusted him. - What was Romeo doing all weekend with a mutt in this room? His mind made different scenarios. Could it be that he had found a tutor, and because he was a mutt he hid it? This was absurd. Romeo was probably the smartest in college. Was it someone he had kidnapped to have fun torturing and killing? It was forbidden, it would be a reason to make it hidden, but there was no smell of blood there. The only hypothesis left was that he would find a weekend fuck in a dog. That thought almost made him throw up. He didn't believe it, but he wasn't going to let Romeo out of his sight again.

Saffron never even read the first line of her book, and her hot chocolate was cold the next time she looked at it. She awoke when her book fell to the floor with a bump. Her breathing was fast, and she had been dreaming of Jack, who seemed to have a huge dog, which was running around him as he held her in his arms. Jack's lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers and about to kiss her when the animal barked, and she woke up.

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

Looking good tonight would give her ego a boost if nothing else. Aiden was home promptly at six. Amaya was curled up on the sofa, flipping through the coffee table book by an extremely popular photographer, which she had just purchased on her afternoon excursion. He was a wildlife photographer but his subject matter this time round was a lot closer to home. His latest anthology, entitled "Man's Best Friend" was all about dogs. Amaya, being a huge sucker for dogs, hadn't thought twice before buying the book.

I say softly, my voice filled with confidence and reverence. Once his head turned towards my hand, he purred softly, a clear sign of his happiness. His tail started to wag eagerly as I gently scratched the back of his ears, feeling the warmth of his soft fur beneath my fingertips. Luca was not fearful at all; he was a gentle and adorable creature, an oversized dog with a calm demeanor. Growing up, I always dreamed of having a dog as a loyal companion, and now, as I played with Luca, I couldn’t help but imagine him as my massive, werewolf-like dog—fierce yet affectionate—who also happens to be the man I love.

Definitely, someone who has at least read something other than romance. “Do you realize that you are describing our mate?” My wolf sounded smug and I wished I could smack him! Until I realized that he was right. Ariana had probably traveled to most parts of the world. She might have done it while she was a slave, but she still did it. She also preferred reading about the history of the kingdom to reading some mind-numbing romance novel … Did she choose the book or was it something my mother told her to find?

Nok had slowed down as we got closer to the main camp once more and away from Celeste’s prying eyes. “As many different types as there are humans.” “What was that comment about being a dog whore?” my head hung low with the thought of being viewed in such a light. “Wolves are a bit proud, we tend to not mix with other types of fae. Dog’s are the exception. Canine variety can be somewhat of a way to blow off steam for us. Get out our frustrations.” “But you’d never actually be with anything other than a wolf blood?”

"I checked on Yule earlier, and he was fine! And Tracey only stopped by out of kindness. Yule was the one who kicked and hit Puffy—" "What?!" I snapped. "Yule is terrified of dogs! And you let Tracey bring one near him? Do you even have a conscience?!" Silence. I could almost hear the gears turning in Peter's head as he remembered: Yule was allergic to dog fur. That might've been why his condition had spiraled so quickly.

I asked. She nodded, “Come, I’ll show you.” As we approached the kennel, the racket became ear-splitting. I stared in fascination at the majestic beasts- a St. Bernard, a Labrador, four Russian Shepherds and a pair of German Shepherds. Kneeling down, she put her long, beautiful left hand through the bars and stroked their throats, one by one. “See, Alexei has come,” she told them in a calming tone. As they became quiet, I couldn’t help but wonder how the seemingly illiterate dogs had figured out her statement. A reasonably literate Alexei had no clue.