In The Dog House Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Obviously, Jared didn't care what his sister said because Delia had already openly said that she didn't like Caroline. Delia left her brother's study with an ember in her chest. She was angry that Caroline had made Jared more submissive to his wife than his sister. She began to devise a plan so that Jared would obey her orders like before and no longer follow Caroline's every whim. The process of making a house for Yed took three days. The dog looked comfortable in his spacious new home. Yed's house is also equipped with a wire around the cage so that the dog cannot get into the red house. Even so, the dog house was made as comfortable as possible. There are trees and artificial grass all ar

“Come. Not exactly one of your fancy suites, but it’ll have to do.” Jim’s eyes widened in fake horror, making her chuckle. She opened the door and let the dog in first, signaling Jim to keep quiet as they walked in. Jim looked around, that place he’d seen in so many pictures and videos. The house was a small square split in half. The front half was a single room with the dining area the front door opened to, and the kitchen on the left. In the middle of the house was the only bathroom and a tiny space of a couple of square feet for the doors to the bedrooms to open, and the back half was the two bedrooms, wall to wall, their doors only inches apart.

There’s snow on the ground and I should be frozen but I’m not, merely cold. I find a river that isn’t frozen over and I wash the blood off my mouth and neck before lifting my nose in the air, searching for humans and clothing. I find a ranch and sneak onto the property, making my way to the back of the house. As I do, several dogs come rushing out, barking at me. “Shhh,” I say to them, wondering if I should run. However, the dogs stop, sitting down and wagging their tails at me. “Good dogs,” I say, patting their heads as I pass them. They follow me to the ranch house and I can smell that no one is home.

"My Master is actually a very devoted, long-hearted person. When he was small, he had a dog named Snowball—a round, white little thing. When Snowball died, he was devastated. The Mistress bought him dozens of new puppies to cheer him up, but he refused them all. He spent weeks just sitting by Snowball’s little grave, crying silently." The Bait in the Conversation Chloe saw her opening. She let her expression fall, her voice turning fragile and desolate. "It’s a shame I haven't been able to find my way into his heart like that dog did. If I had, he wouldn't have locked me in that dungeon. Martha... it was so terrifying down there." Chloe felt Martha’s grip on her hand tighten instinctively. A

I was trying to get her settled here, in my life, in our world and for that, it was important that she forgot the world she left behind. So what if she thought that dog wanted to kill her and felt bad? She would get over it. On the other side, that dog was going to kill her anyway—when he figured out she was my mate. I just showed the trailer of the movie that was soon about to release in our lives. I exited the office and stood by the first floor’s railing, glancing down at the empty sitting room. My eyes glanced at the huge glass doors, and the pool outside. It was my penthouse—the place I called home, right into the city, contrary to the nature of wolves.

I shrugged him off when he tried to hold me back. By the time I made my way downstairs, I was sweating and fighting for breath but the loud barking had me going. I ended up in the small sitting room in the back where she had liked to curl up in the high back chair. The chair was still there, the journal she used to read was still there and her dog was there, now quiet and staring at me with big brown eyes. When I took a step toward him, he whined and then ran toward me. His body wrapped around my leg and when I tried to push him off me, he growled and clung to me.

“I hate you. You almost gave me a heart attack tonight.” I considered going home, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I hung out in the waiting room, watching people bringing in their dogs and cats. One woman had a cat that’d gotten run over by a car, poor thing; another woman brought in her dog who’d eaten some old Valentine’s Day chocolate. Right as the woman was telling the receptionist the story, the dog puked what I assumed was the chocolate all over the white tile. I’d just dozed off in my chair when a hand touched my shoulder. “Dani?”

"That's bullshit! I picked dogs that were trained and mild-tempered! I just wanted to teach you both a lesson so you would treat Jay and Benny better in the future!" I let out a cold laugh. "Is that so? Then why did your precious Benson end up so badly injured?" Jacinda was rendered speechless. Her gaze instinctively shifted to Jaden. His eyes darted away evasively as he stammered, "I… I just thought those dogs were too mild-mannered and wouldn't be intimidating enough, so I took it upon myself to swap them for a few more aggressive ones from the store. I didn't expect this to happen! Benny is my own son, after all!"

The dog sat on the threshold, raising his head, and howled. - Come on, stop it! You're not in the forest! - Anika exclaimed. - You're disturbing people's sleep. The dog looked at her with a pitiful look and raised his head again to howl. “Okay,” the girl sighed, realizing what he was trying to achieve, and let him into the house. The dog jumped into the house with a joyful look. “You’re a cunning one,” she said, narrowing her eyes, when the dog settled down on the rug in the kitchen. - Apparently, you lived in the house, right?

ELISHA’S POV “Where’s my dog?” I asked, my voice cold and steady. Anthony blinked like I’d spoken in another language. “Wh—your dog?” he repeated, frowning. “How the hell should I know?” I stared at him. My breath caught somewhere in my chest. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. “You really don’t know?” I said, each word edged in disbelief. “You don’t know what happened to the one thing I’ve ever asked to keep in that house? The one thing that doesn’t belong to you?”