Life As A Dog Man Owner Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Protect life. We haven’t even been allowed in The Hair of The Dog for a couple days, and we don’t know why. They shut it down, and it's been completely empty. It’s like everyone just vanished in the wind. But Shane won’t pull us off the assignment, and won’t explain why. *On your left,* Megan shouts, as a rogue wolf leaps right at me, narrowly missing as I duck down. Colt lands and turns for a split second to see Megan landing on him, her canines then chomping right into his gut.

(it has come to my notice, that the chapters have been scattered, I am sorry for the confusion it has brought,but read chapter 11 before chapter 12, this would not happen again) “Tchhh…such a rude groom…and to think I was falling for you” She said,her long snake like tongue coming into view “I'm a charming man, it's no surprise that you fell immediately” He boasted as I rolled my eyes “I don't remember Wolves being this narcissistic”

“I swear, nothing like that! They’re just waiting for the emergency surgery on a dog that may or may not be theirs to complete. Plot twist: it’s not theirs, and a poor hit-and-run found on the street is about to go to a nice, new forever home.” Sofi snorts. I’m… confused. “But what about their dog?” “Safe and sound. Probably getting one of those pup cups at the cafe right about now. They really need to pay their dog walker more. Makes it less easy to be bribed, y’know?” The audacity. The evil genius of it all. The sheer fact that such manipulation doesn’t even faze this man, or this family, one bit. I’m not sure if I’m offended, concerned, or impressed.

She simply adjusted her gloves and said, “Like I mentioned… this is a test run. We observe. We learn. We refine.” Her detachment was colder than the mist that had rolled from that case. I stared at the wolf-man’s face—his raw fight for survival, and a sharp thought cut into me- he has family somewhere. Maybe a child. Perhaps a mate is waiting for him. Just like Devon does. Oh my God. And then, it stopped. The thrashing. The muffled screams. The fight. Stillness. My throat closed as I watched his body sag against the chair, limp, lifeless.

‘Of course, when I found it… he looked from a wealthy family, he also looks expensive with his pure white fur… of course, he’s not something to be easily abandoned like me…’ Serene couldn’t stop her thoughts, but immediately shook her head. She cleared her throat and looked directly into the man’s eyes. "And what or where is your proof that you're telling the truth?” She asked, she kept her voice as straight as possible. “I saw that dog near the trash, and it was full of wounds. So, your boss hurt that dog?" Serene asked the man seriously. Clever and the man immediately looked at each other and gulped; they knew they were both in trouble. The man was ready to speak when Clever suddenly stopp

I would do anything to stop the empty burn inside. Charles halted and when I lifted my head I realized we had arrived at the living room. But it was completely dark, with no sign of Jared. Seeing how dark the room was, something told me whatever humiliating experience Jared had planned would definitely cut deep. “Mr. Kingsley, I’ve brought your dog,” Charles said, speaking into the darkness. Dog. That was all I had become, a worthless dog who was nothing and no one. That was a far cry from who I really was before I stepped into Jared’s mansion.

The man spent most of his time hiding in his room. If anything, I actively avoided him. “I literally work here.” I said with confidence. She ignored me. “I don’t trust you.” I opened my mouth, then closed it. Because honestly, nothing I said would matter. Pamela had already made up her mind. Max suddenly moved. The golden retriever positioned himself beside me as his body stiffened. Pamela took another step, and a low growl immediately filled the room. Everyone froze, Including me. My eyes widened. “Max?”

“What the hell have you done with my dog?!” Then I heard it, a weak, terrified whimper coming from the far side of the chamber. I ran toward the sound, legs burning, ignoring the sharp stab in my side. One of the iron-barred cells stood open. Inside, chained to the wall like a fucking animal, was a mad-looking man — wild eyes, matted hair, clothes torn and filthy. He was hunched over something on the ground. Wait… Peanuts! The man had his teeth sunk into my dog’s hind leg.

I furrowed my brow, not getting it. Makayla groaned and flicked me on the forehead. “101 Dalmatians, numbnuts. Pongo was the dad dog. He wanted to find his owner a woman, and started looking around till he spotted Perdita and her owner. He dragged his owner to the park, and in his attempt to get the owners together, he jumped on them, and they fell into a pond.” She explained. “That was their meet-cute, and it’s now your meet-cute with that girl. Though I don’t think it will turn into some epic love story with you having to buy a big house in the country for all the puppies, your dogs make.” She chuckled.

he laughs while his countenance is turning into pale. He then slowly looked behind, he instantly saw a dog coming towards him. “Ah yes baby, I’m not afraid of you, come to uncle you are tamed right?” but seeing the expression of the dog, “Ah I would like to welcome you with open arms yet, you seem untamed. Argsjhdkjdyuds.” he runs like a bullet entering a corridor, “Who was your owner, you dog? Why are you chasing after me? Who wouldn’t run to a dog so big and angry?! I’m hungry!!!” His wail echoed throughout the house. And been heard by his peers. “It’s the voice of Nathan. What he was doing?”