In The Dog House Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm not." "Promise?" Nell held him. "I promise." He didn't leave her side for the rest of the day. It started with the dog. Haven House didn't have a dog. But at dawn on the third day, a black hound appeared on the front step lean, silent, dry despite the rain. Its eyes were the flat amber of old coins. Finn saw it first through the window. He didn't scream. He just went very still and said, "Nell. Don't open the door."

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.

I couldn’t take her as mate! Could I? She was glaring at me, waiting for me to speak. I nodded. Then clawed a hand through my hair again, praying for the right words. “So… last night… you saw… something.” “I saw a huge dog in your house that was… something I’ve never seen before. And it was coming after me. And then you were there—naked. Right where it stood just a second before.” “Right… right,” I said, wiping my sweaty palms on my thigh.

Other than trails and a small creek, his house was the only sign of humanoids. The house was painfully simple. Shingle style, with an elevated porch and triangular rooftop. It was old but in good condition, painted white, with black trimming around the windows. On the porch there was one bench, clearly made by hand, and a pair of enormous boots sat by the door. A cheerful boof greeted them as Ara led them up the stairs and into the house. Jane followed, slipping off her shoes by the door as Ara gave a hearty greeting to his dog. Rubbing him vigorously till his skin flapped back and forth. The dog was intimidatingly big, with thick blonde fur on its body, but a black muzzle and eyes. He immed

he said and hastened in his step. Charles` wife was busy feeding the dog when she heard the thudding of the ground, she didn’t mind at first, but when it drew nearer she knew something was wrong somewhere. As she wanted to go out to check what that was – She heard a loud hum, and what followed was half of the house gone. She was frightened at the condition of the house. When she looked up, she saw the beast and hid. The dog ran over to the beast, stood underneath the beast, and barked. Charles's wife could do nothing, she hoped nothing would happen to the dog. But, all hope was cut off when the beast stepped on the dog. She closed her eyes in pain.

Year 2022, writer's POV. I had been raising this dog for the last two years but had never heard it bark so fiercely. Thinking that a thief had broken into the house, I stormed out to check. However, all I saw was the dog barking wildly at the locked door of the east room when I pushed open the door. I slept in the west room. The east room was big, and I planned to use it as the place for my creations. If the dog barked at the door of the east room, then the thief had to be inside.

She stood there in a daze as she muttered, “A shark? What shark? Ryan told me that the area was safe. How could Leon have been bitten by a shark?” Mary did not want to talk to her anymore. She called for security and told them to escort Lily away. In the ward, Lydia saw Lily struggling outside. She was confused. “Isn’t that Lily? Why is she here?” “She’s my fiancee.” I smiled bitterly. Lydia and William both stiffened, their expressions instantly turning awkward. “That day… Ryan was talking about an engagement party. He said that Lily’s fiance was marrying a dog… That was you?” Lydia asked. I nodded, and the atmosphere became awkward.

We both laughed at that last part, and I glanced around. The house was not so filthy as I saw it, and even though it was night—despite being occupied by an old man and several dogs. With piles of books, dog fur of various colours on the rugs, a faint layer of dust on the shelves to prove they were recently cleaned, I thought I could handle that. The dogs seemed friendly enough to me, and I could get used to them. I would also have a room and food, and that seemed to be all that mattered to me. The basics of survival. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

It was the kind of neighborhood you came to if you wanted to disappear or isolate yourself from the world. “Come in,” Jeremy said flatly, not meeting my gaze as he walked toward the house. The place looked modern, sharp lines and tall windows, sleek without being flashy. Whose house was this? The door clicked open, and before I could even take a step inside, a massive German shepherd bounded out, tail wagging as it approached him. Jeremy bent and rubbed the dog’s head, murmuring something low I couldn’t hear. The animal stilled, then turned to me. It sniffed around my feet like it was assessing me. Only when it gave a small huff and stepped aside did I breathe out.

I closed and opened my eyes - and found himself looking into the amber gaze of a dog. I jolted upright in bed, heart in my throat. Breathing hard, I scanned the room. No moonlight. Just the dull grey haze of early dawn pressing at the window. Sweat clung to my skin. The sheets, twisted around my legs. At the foot of the bed, Alex – my new dog - was sitting perfectly still, eyeing me. The Shiba Inu stared up at me, head tilted. Quiet. Watching. Deja vu. Or overthinking.