Life As A Dog Man Owner Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Enough. He's the captain. Just let it go and head home—I'll see you after I check in." He patted her arm, but Mandy wasn't about to let go. "Why don't you come over? I made cream soup to thank you for saving Momo." Momo, her fluffy Ragdoll cat. Wade hesitated, then nodded and tried calling me. But my phone was dead. Completely out. Annoyance flickered across his face. "Fine, playing games again. If you're not going to answer, then don't ever pick up," he muttered.

The other man asks, now intrigued with what I have to say. “Yeah. He was huge, black and furry. Bigger than any dog I have ever seen in my life. Almost reminded me of a wolf, but that can’t be, can it?” I asked him, still playing the damsel in distress, and I could see by the look in his eyes he wanted to hear more from me about this dog I had seen. “Where did you first see this dog?” He now asks me, and I knew that I had bought myself some time for Urijah to find me, I just prayed it was before these two figured out that I wasn’t from this world.

It had spotted me, eyes glowing, teeth bared. My breath was caught in my throat. Is this how I die? Wrangled by a dog? “Okay… be a good doggy,” I whispered as I tried to take a step back. The Dog didn’t like that, he barked and came after me. “Arghhh!!” I screamed like a mad woman and took to my heels, turning back in the direction of the mansion. Just then I saw a bare chested man standing in front of me. “Help!!” I screamed and without thinking twice, I jumped into his body, throwing my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist.

Not a veteran like me but an actual DVM. Chapter 1:2 Onto the Next Disaster, Xoxo Nyx

It took the wetness I left on his shirt when I pressed my face into it too to know that I was crying. “The lone wolf must now have a new master, for you to try to come to kidnap my wife. Tell me… who has been feeding you new bones, you dog?” Damian snarled. . The man on the floor grunted, and I turned to look at him. He seemed disgusting, his long, matted hair bound in rough, messy locks, and his clothes looking as though they were a pile of rags thrown upon him. “Kill me. You would not let me live, anyway.”

“Are you friendly, or should I be preparing for a dramatic scene straight out of Cujo?” The dog didn’t answer, of course, but he shifted closer, resting his head on my lap as if inviting me to pet him. I couldn’t resist. I ran my fingers through his dark, silky fur. “You’re very friendly.” I chuckled softly, the tension in my chest easing as I continued to stroke him, feeling an unexpected connection. “Good, you’re awake,” Nicholas’s deep voice rumbled from the shadows. I screamed, the sound echoing in the quiet room, which startled the dog into jumping up and barking. In my panic, I tumbled off the bed, wrapped in a cascade of sheets that followed me down, and landed in an undignified heap

"Being is what I do when I'm not afraid. And right now, I'm not afraid." "Good." "Good." --- The waves crash. The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, two dogs dream of running. But we're not running anymore. We're home. End of Chapter 150

“Don’t freeze on me. Bambam will show me the door if you die.” “Bambam?” I frown in confusion while immediately wrapping the jacket tightly around myself. The warmth nearly makes me cry. “Yeah,” he replies casually. “Your new owner.” My stomach drops instantly. Owner? Like I’m some dog? Or worse. Fuck. The chained dog suddenly barks loudly, making me flinch so hard my shoulder slams into the wall. The man laughs darkly while smoke curls from his mouth. And for the first time since jumping into the sea, true fear finally settles inside my chest.