Life As A Dog Man Owner Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

In this world, could there truly be powers beyond human comprehension? She did not know. Layla had never felt as helpless as she did at this moment. Weary, she shook her small, fluffy head. Then, Layla sensed that something was not quite right… After taking a closer look at her current situation, Layla was astonished to find herself in the strong embrace of someone’s chest. Following that was the rough hand of the man who claimed to be her owner, ceaselessly stroking her head… judging by the force he used, it seemed that the man was angry.

The fellow greeted strangely, as he smirked right at me with that creepy eyes of his scanning my body. What surprised me more was the way he came out of the house, almost as if he knew I was coming. He leaned against the wall at the entrance and repeated his question, “How may I help you?” “Move aside, Dog. I want to see the owner herself,” I ordered, drawing closer. Before I could cross pass the door, this animal placed his hand on my chest, stopping me from taking another step forward. He tilted his head to the side and said, “Look, Fancy boy… This isn’t your mansion, okay? If you want to see anyone from this house, then you speak to me.”

She wondered out loud, walking over to the man now leaned back on the L-shaped leather couch with his laptop on his lap. His fingers froze over the keyboard at her question and he looked up, a panicked look on his face when he asked “Her??” just as Lilliana rouched down at his feet to pick up Snowflake and take her in her arms, letting out a relieved sigh when the dog's eyes fluttered open. Looking at the little dog now cuddled up in the girl's hands, he let out an exasperated groan and couldn't help but think that he had incompetent fools working for him… they couldn't even tell that the dog they brought back was male.

“He’s a good man, that one. Loyal to the core. Family means everything to him. He guards his heart fiercely. But once he gives it… it’s yours. He doesn’t take it back.” “Thank you.” “As for the rest, well… you can handle that. Yank that stick out of his ass and knock some sense into him. He’ll catch on fast.” “That, I can absolutely do.” ⸻ WHEN I ARRIVED AT HIS CONDO, Christian wasn’t home yet. Blackie was the first to greet me, bouncing excitedly as I stepped inside. “Hey there, little guy.” I picked him up and was immediately met with a barrage of face-licks. I still found it hard to believe that Mr. Alpha Attitude lived with a small, fluffy white dog. “Looks like it’s just us for now.”

ETHAN ~He wasn't the monster I feared, he was the one I couldn't help but reach out for~ Now that I thought about it, Liam was quite right. It made me remember the first time I picked up a dog in the middle of the street, my first reaction to meeting a grown up man laying on my bed like he owned it. It was odd. Too strange. What was Killan if he wasn't human? And who exactly was he? I was discharged from the hospital a few days later, and I spent most of my time doing research on the theory of a dog transforming into a man. Each writeup I came across didn't make sense, none of them did.

Christmas carols echoed from the banquet hall, but their melodies couldn't pass through the stone walls of the detention center. I was curled up in a corner of the silver cage. My diamond-studded dress that cost millions of dollars was torn up, and the burns on my skin that were caused by silver weapons were throbbing lightly. Three hours ago, I was still at the Silvermane pack's Christmas ball. Damien Londo, the strongest Alpha in the world, and the wolf whom I had loved for five years, dragged me out of the banquet hall in front of all the other wolves as if I were nothing but trash. He then threw me into the detention center.

"Kevin, I can't just take advantage of you like this. Timothy had picked up this dog named Tony on the streets. He had just registered it, but he doesn't have the time to look after it. Since you'd like to be a good father, why don't you let this dog be your son? You'd do a good job of raising it." Then, she and her friends broke into mocking laughter once more. "Lola, I'm warning you. Some people might use the dog as an excuse to get close to you!" Seeing Lola and Timothy Green's names and contact information on the leash, I stood there, frozen. If it were in the past, I would happily take the dog in just to please Lola. I would even swear on my life that I would be a good dog-dad. Yet, at

To him, I wasn't his owner. Once I got into the bedroom and shut the door, I let him go. He scrambled under the bed immediately, his glowing eyes watching me from the shadows, the low growl never stopping. I sat on the edge of the silk duvet Is this my life now? I wondered. Hated by my peers, scolded by a VP who doesn't know my name, and even rejected by a dog who knows the truth?

The Time Traveler I was staring at his profile photo on F******k when I heard a loud slam of the door from the living room. I quickly make it to the living room to check but I only see a closed door. Maybe it is nothing. I grab the door knob and slowly open the door. I step barefoot on the grass which covers the floor of the front yard. Chi-Chan runs with excitement when he sees me. He raises his two legs and tries to reach me. And then he bites my hand, but it does not hurt. ‘Hello Chi-chan,’ I said and embraced the dog. ‘Would you like to sleep with us tonight?’ I added. ‘Oh you like it.’