Jojo Dogs Novels & Stories

“It was so cute and clumsy and now I cannot stop.” He bit back a smile and pulled me into his arms. “You cried over a puppy yesterday, baby girl. And the day before that it was a commercial with the old man and his dog.” I pushed at his chest but ended up laughing through the tears. “Stop making fun of me. These hormones are evil.” Renzo poked his head through the doorway right then and froze. When he spotted my wet cheeks he backed away slowly. “I am going to play with my cars downstairs. Bye Mommy.”

It is something that happens to the animal, so they continue searching for it. Not until a loud shout is being heard by them. "Heeeelp?" Ava doesn't bother herself to scream, enabling her to release the biting of the dog in her shirt. "Ava," Gerald calls, as he sounds worried about her. The dog becomes more aggressive when Ava cries more for help. Her scream does not loosen up its bite. "Jambo, release her. Your kind right? She's your boss, remember?" Gerald commanded his pet calmly. Jambo is a bulldog who came from England, where Gerald and Nicole bought it during their eight months of marriage. It's their favorite pet among their nurtured dogs in their house.

The only way to bring them down was to kill Jade. My eyes widened as a large form ran past and jumped on Delta John. He fell down before the large mud creature’s teeth came down on him. Blood spurted out around him everywhere as the creature put its weight on him. He dropped it’s head down to the ground and shook it as it played with Delta John as if he were a toy. I gasped as the dog lifted it’s head, a small ball fell from his jaws, and rolled on the ground. A head. Delta John’s head came to a stop and unseeing eyes stared up at the sky. The dog’s eyes glowed yellow as it burrowed forward. It had to be at least twenty-five feet tall. It crushed people as it ran, leaving blood puddles behin

It was already 7:50 in the morning. I hurriedly made my way to the hall, only to come to a sudden stop as I saw Mini sitting on the couch, calmly eating scrambled eggs with pasta. The sight of Mini there, safe and unharmed, initially filled me with a sense of overwhelming relief, but that feeling quickly dissipated when I noticed the rottweiler sitting calmly beside her, seemingly engrossed in the TV show they were watching together. Tom and Jerry. She loves that. But what bothered me the most was the doberman playing with her frock, which flowed down to her knees.

A loud growl sounded from the far side of the house, and the sound of heavy paws hitting the marble floor followed. “Mommy’s home,” I called out and walked to the pet food cabin, took out some goodies, and turned to find gold eyes staring at me. I smiled and walked to my fur baby, a beast on four heavy paws and a whole 300 pounds of muscles. Drogon was a six-year-old tiger I had adopted, after rescuing him from the wildfire in Australia. He was a big baby with heavy muscles, snow-white fur with midnight black stripes, and I loved him more than life itself.

So, he asked Aurora, “How is Jasmine’s current condition?” Aurora tilted her head and said, “Jasmine is in pretty good condition.” As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, and she hurriedly said, “By the way, Master Wade, Jasmine has an Akita dog at home now. It is a pure breed, and it is really very cute. I think that there is no other good Akita dog breed in Aurous Hill. Jasmine said that your friend gave it to her?”

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

The safe house was in an old building in lower Manhattan. My fingerprint opened the lock. Damon was sitting on the sofa. Unexpectedly, he was really injured. His left shoulder wrapped in a makeshift bandage. Blood was already soaking through the white gauze. "Who was it this time?" I asked, pulling out the medical kit. "Some punk from the Kozlov family," he grunted. "Thought he could make a move on my turf." I cut away his shirt.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

" I tried to calm myself down, but it was too late. My fury had reached a boiling point, and I was consumed by a rage I couldn't control. I remember feeling an overwhelming urge to unleash my beast, to let it roam free and wreak havoc and I found a suitable outlet for my fury. I targeted those who deserved it, the kind that wronged me. I destroyed the pack, the thrill of unleashing my beast and watching them cower in fear. They thought they could stand against me, but I am the demon werewolf, the one who has brought terror to both the supernatural and human worlds. I slaugh***tered them all, their screams and pleas for mercy music to my ears. But as I was driving away from the carnage, I fel