Make Me Bark Novels & Stories

I am not blinking at Ray. If he is a daredevil, then I am no less. “I may be tipsy, but my mind is sober. I am not acting dumb either. I don’t understand anything, and like I said, I am not moving from here until you explain everything in a clear way. No more riddles, and no more going around the bush. Start talking, or you will be ready to have me here until you decide to speak up.” The guts! The grilled balls of this jerk dare me this way. Only for the fact that I would rather live with a sick dog than him, I will do this.

Jasmine POV: “woof… woof woof… woof woof………. woof woof…..” a dog was busy barking somewhere around me…. “AAAHhh….. Mahhhhh…. sto… stop…… Shhh….. Shhh…….” I murmured under my breath and tried to shoo it away but my efforts were in vein as he only continued to bark more “WOFF…… WOOFFF……. WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF………….”

Seeing that his threat had worked, Zachary once again pressed close to me. "Bingo, bite him! Bite!" I yelled at Bingo. This time, Bingo let out a loud bark. Zachary froze. The next moment, Bingo lunged forward to bare his teeth at Zachary, low growls rumbling in his throat. Terrified, Zachary scrambled away from me. "Jessica Lane, are you nuts? You're actually ordering the dog to bite me?" I hurriedly straightened my clothes, doing my best to calm my lingering fear and shaking voice.

Not the next. I curled up on the bed and buried my face in Amaya’s robe, inhaling everything I could before it faded. I wandered the house, tail low, ears back, stopping every time the wind blew outside the front door. I barked at nothing. Growled at the shadows. Lie in the sunspot without moving. Because if I moved, I might miss them. Makayla came by. She brought treats, rubbed behind my ears, and tried to coax me with one of those peanut butter bones I usually can’t resist. I sniffed it. Licked it. But I didn’t eat it.

My little three-legged princess is snoring softly, her tiny belly rising and falling with each breath. “Hey, Suu,” I murmur, stroking her fur, I'm going to get ready,are you going to miss me?” She stirs, letting out a tiny yawn before opening her eyes and barking excitedly. I laugh, lifting her up and pressing a loud, smacking kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, I bet you are,” I say, setting her down before stretching again. Time to get ready. --- My outfit is a statement.

She barked. I punched her, forcefully twisting her head to the side and breaking her nose in the process. She rubbed the blood off her nose and snapped it back in place. Her canines slipped out, her breathing spiked, and her eyes turned black. She stepped towards me unfazed by my attack, clicking her tongue and moving her finger side to side like I was a naughty kid. Gripping my arm, hauling me closer to her, and roaring in my face. "You will see him soon, enough."

I need to find a new way to get meat for my wolf. I hold my talker in my hand for a long time, then I finally press the button to make a call to see if I can find another job.

“So it's miles like this? Then I don't have any choice, boys, train him a lesson!” Isabella snaps her fingers; the puppies in the back of her start to howl like mad. WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!!!!! The high-tenor canine barks fill the road below the nighttime sky. Raven covers his ears and complains bitterly. “What are you doing! Neighbours are going to return back to me and bitch! I am going to get yelled at.” “Who cares approximately you. Unto you, I say this: do not even consider them preventing till you provide me with your permission to go into. Don't assume your little human intelligence can outfox me!”

It turned around and looked at Lucas, puzzled. Lucas smiled. "From now onward, I'm your owner." "Bark bark bark!" The little black dog barked at Lucas ferociously. "From now on, you'll be called Blackie," said Lucas. The little black dog became even more exasperated. It was as if it was not satisfied with its name. Rae and Caesar had not expected a little dog to appear in the place. Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and searched through it. Eventually, he found some dog food.

Gas barks once—sharp and alerting—then seems to recognize the sound and the pattern of footsteps on the other side and switches to tail-wagging instead. "I'LL GET IT!" Alexander is already running, his chair scraping back across the floor with a sound that makes my teeth ache.