Novel About A Dog Novels & Stories

I sat in the study, proofreading the new novel I was writing, beside me was a bottle of ice soda, yes! soda gives me inspiration when reading, besides me, on the floor, lay Arthur’s pet Rottweiler, the dog had nearly tore me off, the day it saw me, Arthur had to calm it down, I don’t know if Arthur explained to the dog that I was his wife, because the next day, the dog had sauntered up to me and wagged it’s tail, it quickly became friends with me.

Novel's POV It had been two days since I left Alexei's house. I missed my time there; it was fun, and I got to spend quality time with him, even if he was always busy. I was browsing through my phone when I came across an article. The title read: The Human Animals. “What a funny title,” I laughed, but my curiosity made me click anyway. It featured a picture of a creature that looked half-wolf and half-human. “Interesting,” I said to myself as I read the text:

"Stay out of it. Didn't you hear what Mr. Nabb said? This woman must know them. "Besides, that dog belongs to Ms. White. It should be fine." "But… she's losing a lot of blood…" The kind-hearted guard still looked uneasy. His face grew increasingly tense as he watched the pool of blood spreading beneath me. Peter merely glanced down and scoffed. "She's faking it. Everyone knows there are big dogs in this neighborhood. A real pregnant woman wouldn't be wandering around here." His words sent shockwaves through me, and my mind couldn't stay calm. Hunter was the one who introduced me to this place.

“Kate, how could you abuse an animal like this? It’s a living, breathing soul!” I couldn’t be bothered to play along with their act. I sneered coldly, “And what gives you the right to decide what happens to my dog?” Xena, dripping with self-righteousness, snapped. “If you don’t hand over the dog today, we’ll call the police and destroy you!” Just then, a message popped up from Dogman: “Miss Lincoln, don’t sweat it. This chick screams fake. Let me hop on her stream and handle her.” *

"Well, I knew my four-wheel-drive SUV would be no match for a Michigan winter, so I hitched several of the local dogs to Heidi's plastic sled and yelled 'Mush!' Sarah smiled, a real smile. She arched her eyebrow at me. "Really. Mrs. Freeney's Yorkie was a surprisingly good lead dog until Sean Callaghan's Newfoundland ate her." That earned a laugh, followed by a shaky sigh. I let my eyes get serious for a second. "I wanted to be here for you, in case you needed me. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else."

What if that isn’t true for me? I want to help him, but how can I when deep down I know I’ll be the one that gets hurt in the end? I let out a frustrated sigh, jumping out of bed as I stretch before heading to the shower. My little dog Gretchen following behind me. She’s a Bichon freis and comes with me everywhere. Well, almost everywhere. Some might find it strange having a little pet dog as a wolf, but I’ve always liked animals. Besides, with my parents and crazy little sister, I like the company of someone normal to talk to.

She just had to spell it out: someone first killed this unknown guy and then hid the body. The house had suddenly become much colder. Leila shuddered, realizing that when she returned from the village, the killer could have been somewhere nearby, and maybe he still was. She looked at Wolfie. A dog would certainly sense the presence of a stranger in the house, become wary, and make it obvious. Any normal dog would bark and go nuts. But Wolfie was not a normal dog. She loved everybody unconditionally and was friendly with strangers. In fact, Wolfie didn’t know how to bark - she just spoke and sang. In the most extreme cases she would growl in a low, powerful voice. True, this normally had a so

I try calling, then listen, I mean she could have fallen or something, but no there is no answer. The strange dog nudges me with its head and I look down at it. “What is it girl ?” It cocks its head, looking up at me like it is actually trying to answer me, and I get this weird feeling as I look into its eyes, that there is clearly Intelligence there, more than normally in a dog. “Wait !” I realise something … or two things. Firstly, the dog seems to be pregnant and secondly, it’s not a dog … It's a wolf.

"I haven't told anyone, Arthur, except my family members, and I know what I'm about to tell you will definitely freak you out, but I can't liv..." I couldn't finish my sentence because the brown Chihuahua dog began barking as he ran towards me. It had been standing at the door's threshold for some time, and I had completely forgotten about her. I wanted to tell Arthur about my cancer, but since the dog interrupted me, I guess I'll have to wait until another time. "I almost forgot about you, baby." Before I lifted the dog, I said. The dog is still a small puppy with cute adorable eyes.

"Wow, luckily I didn't tell them anything. I acted like I didn't know who you were." "Thank you." Henry leans back on the couch, getting comfortable as I sit down beside him. "The book is on the second bookshelf, two shelves down from the top and has a green cover. I think it's called Lycanthrope Mythology if you ever want to look at it." Bruiser comes moseying into the room before he jumps up on one of the seats across from us, laying down. I have begun to love the dog, enjoying what it is like to have a pet. "He is always with you," I glance at Henry.