Isabelle Dog Novels & Stories

The beast took a step closer and she moved backward still on her knees. "Please. I have a sister who needs me. Please." She begged. Chris's heart ached as his mate was running away from him. He looked down and ran away into the woods. Isabelle slumped down heaving a sigh of relief and she ran back inside. She locked the door behind her and ran up to her room dumping all her clothes and she soaked in a tub. After that, she had no appetite and moved to her bed where she somehow found her sleep. She was standing in a familiar doorway again with the black dog she saw just now in front of her.

POV Eric Lafallete Watching Isabella shift has been the most impressive thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. Aika is a wolf from another world. Apart from the fact that she is not the size of a regular wolf, it is almost the size of Anouk, and this beast is indeed big. Her white fur with her platinum tips, her bright blue eyes, take my breath away. Every day that passes I believe that Isabella is made for us. She is perfect for us in every aspect. If only she could see it too!

She was solely praying the floor beneath her to swallow her so she can avoid the angry beast standing beside her raging like a bull. Isabella worked on her instincts and ran towards his desk lifting jingle bell up in her arms who was unknown of the hell going to break on it. When Isabella lifted her she purred in pure bliss and started meowing in her embrace. Now she recognises Isabella very well because of playing with her almost all of the day in her room. She knew her smell very well.

When we landed in front of Isobel's house, we got down and the eagle actually rubbed at us, we couldn't help but pet it for a while, during which I could hear shutter, Isobel was taking pictures of us. Maybe it was for Vernon. I wondered what he was doing right now. Where was he going? Then I saw Isabella running towards Isobel's house. "Wait!" At this moment I almost forgot that she couldn't read my lips like this. "It's okay. Dunstan will open the door for her." I smiled fondly when I thought about the little magical mouse. Surely, when Isabella reached the front of the house, the little door swung open. Due to Dunstan's height, Isabella couldn't see him from where she was standing, so she

I'm two steps behind him, Helena asleep upstairs, the house quiet in the way it only is between the one and four feeds when both of us can briefly be unconscious at the same time. Isabelle looks nothing like the last time I saw her. The polished armor she wore to this house before is gone. Her hair is loose and not deliberately loose, her mascara has traveled south, and there's a milk stain on the shoulder of her coat that she either hasn't noticed or has stopped caring about. The baby on her hip is maybe six months old, round-faced and drowsy, wearing a onesie with a small yellow duck on the front. "I need help," she says.

I'm dead. 'Isabella, as your wolf, I'm gonna call this your birthday gift even though it's not your birthday. You dig!'

Since he doesn't give a shit if he sees my ass or not I walk straight into my bathroom and switch the shower on. Stripping down to my boxers I walk back into my room with the grin still on my face. "I do and no I do not give a shit. I came home to find all 5 of my dogs smitten with Isabella and now all five of my dogs are been babied by her probably and I gave her what she's been wanting" "Fuck...no actually no I don't need to know anymore. I'm good"

Daniel growls from his seat behind the wheel, stinking up the truck with his angry scent. "I have yet another problem. Your aunt is still at her house, right?" I ask, ignoring Daniel's stupid question and his stupid scent, I just squeeze my son to my body. "It's urgent." Fortunately, Isabelle is still at her house and in just ten minutes we reach her. She's sitting in a chair outside, smoking a cigarette and she lets out a smile at the sight of us. "Little Doofus, I was hoping to see you soon!” she exclaims as we start to exit the truck, tossing her cigarette on the ground and getting up from the chair, "This cutie is your pup?"