Make Me Bark Novels & Stories

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

My wolf whines as I jog around the room, trying to shake my antsy feelings. Something lands on my fur and I turn to look at it when I realize that it’s attached to some string that leads to Angus. He stands on the other end of the strings looking crazy and happy. He clicks a button and my skin feels like it is on fire. My wolf rages and growls as I slowly slip away into the back of the mind once more.

Dale asked, his voice filled with apprehension. “You’ve seen Juke’s and the others wolf. Think… very large dog. With an attitude. And a serious lack of social graces. You'll be faster, stronger, and have a sense of smell that could rival a bloodhound on a bacon-seeking mission. You might also find yourself howling at the moon. It’s a classic." "Howling?" Dale asked as he pictured himself in his pajamas, baying at the celestial orb. "But I can't even carry a tune in the shower!"

Her face morphs into a beaming smile that warms my heart, and I cannot resist leaning down and pressing my lips to hers in a gentle but meaningful kiss. “Bark! Bark! Bark!” We break apart and look at the commotion only to see Lobo facing off against another large dog that is showing aggression to him. I stand and move over to stop anything serious from happening.

But, I will need to push her a little bit more for her to break, and push her did I. When she made no move, I found myself pouting slightly as I arched a brow, “Really? So you truly are all bark and no bite? That is disappointing,” I sighed, intentionally slumping my shoulders. My taunting smile returned as I parted my lips, then added. “Woff, woff.” I made the dog sound, pushing her to her breaking limit.

A voice. I thought about it for a split second then gave it a try, I barked. Oh my god, my wolf has a voice. I can bark. I started to jump around and began running in a circle. Barking and growling. I even snarled. I giggled to myself in my head I can’t believe I just snarled. I let out a loud howl. I never felt so happy before. I never felt so good. I had a voice. Even if I did sound like a dog, it was music to my ears. It was the most beautiful sound I ever heard.

She tried to lunge to her feet, but Heather yanked the leash hard, pulling her back to her knees. "Do you need a muzzle?" Heather snarled. "I've never seen a dog that talks like a human," one of the other girls said. "That's right, she should be barking." "Give us a bark. Make it convincing," Heather snapped. "What—" "I said bark!" Another yank. Jessica's whole body trembled. And then... She barked. It didn't even sound like a joke. Not a sarcastic yip. A full, sad, broken bark—like she had something stuck in her throat and shame leaking out of her pores. She did it again. And again.

he tease me getting closer to my ears, I push him off. “My table is calling” I say going to work, still thinking about ideas for pet, I like dogs, I really want to have a dog, but not a small dog, I want a real dog, one that can bite Pauly in the bum-bum, I think to myself with a giggle. “What you laughing about you nut job?” he asks me, I smile even wider, I got a great idea. “I want a dog big enough to bite your bum every time you make me go red or tease me! I’ll even train him to do that” I warn him with an evil smile.

Dog starts jumping around happily and barking "Oh! Oh yes! Oh, yea! And next time I see those boys, ... I am gonna bark at them" " Let's speak about it inside, out of this cold." complains cat. Then the two came inside the cardboard box for a nice drink of fresh water and cold sausage. THE END

She says without looking at me. “Lizzie, I don’t have shoes.” I blurt out and she turns to me. And that’s when I hear it. The loud, strong bark that shakes my entire core. From one bark, follows series of other barks from the front porch of the house. There is obviously a dog chained there. And a very large one at that.