Make Me Bark Novels & Stories

A sound music to my ears. “This pet is making sure you talk. So go on, I have the whole entire night.” Grabbing a chair, turning it around, and resting my arms on the backrest. Waiting for him to start talking. I place my finger on the poker and start wiggling it left and right. Making him squeal like a mouse. “Did you forget, I have the whole night too? I can’t go anywhere.” He spits in my direction. I stand up and start walking around him.

“Who is Luke?” I muttered. ” “My wolf,” his eyes changed color again, and I remembered the night before ... “Tell your wolf to stay calm,” I tried to be serious, but I knew what was in that look of his. “He wants us to mark you”, his voice grew deeper as he approached me. “Will that make me stronger?” “Partially.” “What’s the other part?” I regretted asking him. “Mating”. He whispered and I could feel his warm breath on me.

I thought and chuckled again. This little shit is fast and annoying! I thought as I tried to bite the snout of this little white fluff ball, that was gnawing and tugging on my tail. My body bends as I reach behind myself with my mouth open. Spirit lets go at the last second, and my teeth snap shut. Spirit jumps back and brings his chest to the ground, and his butt is high in the air as his tail sways from side to side. His tongue hangs out of the side of his mouth, and the damn thing looks like he's smiling at me before he barks.

“Want some?” Howard held the bag of chips in front of me and gave it a little shake. I swallowed and nodded. “Then bark like a dog. If you sound convincing, I’ll give you some.” My stomach cramped from hunger. I closed my eyes and forced out a humiliating little bark. “Woof.” “Louder. I didn’t hear you.” “Woof!” Howard grinned. He picked up a chip and held it out to me. Just as I reached for it, the chip slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.

I carried her over to her tiny corduroy bed in the corner, set her down gently, then grabbed one of those peanut-butter training cookies from the jar on the counter. “Open up,” I said, holding it right in front of her nose. She turned her head, ears pinned back, giving me the most pitiful side-eye. “Not hungry?” I frowned. She gave a soft, whiny bark. “Okay, drama queen.” I bounced the rubber baseball lightly in my palm. “You wanna play fetch instead?” Her entire body wriggled. The second I cocked my arm, she was already sprinting toward the karaoke room. I lobbed it—not too hard, just enough for the satisfying thump against the wall.

I smiled. As we are speaking, Heath growls and leaps for me. “ATTACK THIS FUCKING PACK, NOW!”

he winked, a rather hopeful look on his face. This was exactly the stuff I'd been hoping to avoid today; I was too weak to resist. But I had to. "Woah there buddy," I attempted to keep the mood light. "Sure, we went out last night and let loose a little. But that doesn't mean I'm now gonna make out with you on demand." "Just one?" his puppy dog eyes almost caused me to give in. "Sorry, Sir," I chuckled, heading back towards the door before turning my head to face him one last time. "I'll be back once my reports on these 'business partners' of yours are done."

She looked back and forth between us, realizing she was being excluded from a conversation that clearly had teeth. Eddie didn't even look at her. His eyes were locked on mine. “Next time I’m talking to him, be a good girl and stay quiet, okay?” I said, turning my gaze to Bella. I kept my voice soft, almost maternal, which I knew was far more terrifying than a shout. “I hate it when I'm talking to someone and I get interrupted.” Bella flinched as if I’d slapped her. She lowered her head, her lower lip trembling. She leaned back into Eddie, clutching his arm even tighter, seeking sanctuary from the Tyrant.

he would ask. “We bark for a variety of reasons, son. First, we bark when we sense that something is wrong. We want to verbalize it, warn our families or even other species so we will all be on alert. Second, we bark when something or someone comes charging into our space, especially if it is something or someone we are not familiar with. We want to let them know we are not comfortable and that we would appreciate it if we get to know them first. Third, we bark when we are angry or upset at something. We want to tell whoever and whatever it is that upset us that we need a little bit of space or time.” “Is that all, mother?”

” “I’m going to say an animal and you’re going to say the sounds they make.” He laughed.”No.I’m not doing that.” “Ben,please.”I coerced,holding his hand tighter. “What sound does a dog make?!”I probed. He shut his eyes,briefly.”A dog barks.” “You’re suppose to make the sound.” “Maliyah,please.”He grunted,laughing. “C’mon,do it.” He eyed me.”Woof…woof.” I burst out laughing. “What sound does a cow make?”