On A Leash Novels & Stories

he lied. Because some leashes weren’t meant to be cut. Some were meant to be worn—together—until the end.

he said. The two big black trackers lunged forward the moment the leashes dropped. They circled once, noses low, then locked onto the scent right at the back gate where she had slipped through the night before. Their barks sharpened into excited, urgent bays. They pulled hard on the long lines.

Lea declared. She immediately got ready, put on a nice dress, and scooped Drex up in her arms. "You're so light! Why don't you always stay like this when you meet me? So adorable!" Lea said, squeezing him again. "I didn't know you liked the 'cute look'! Now, let's head out quickly. There are lots of reporters out there, so be careful," Drex warned. Wearing a mask and a hat, Lea looked like an ordinary woman out to walk her dog. No one suspected or stopped her.

It will be OK again in hours. - Can I put him on a leash? - Vlad, get an obedience leash for the dog and give it to my son. The vampire bows and leaves, dragging Ice and being followed by the boy. Vlad go into another room, removed the chain and put him on a different leash. Ice tries to run, but the leash tightens and he stops being able to breathe. - It's a clever thing, don't you think? You cannot move more than 15 feet away from this device or you will die. – turning to the young Master, he says – Master, don't lose this device or you lose the dog.

Enough that the leash had some slack in it, and that there was no question on whether I was walking behind him. Though, I did nearly run into him, not realizing that he had stopped. "Do you need anything else today?" the pet master said as he gestured to the assortments of collars, leashes, whips, muzzles and countless other things that I wasn't sure I wanted to know the uses of. The man looked down at me before looking at the selection. I avoided eye contact at all costs. "Yeah, I'll take those," he said, pointing at something that I couldn't see.

One nice thing about drugs versus alcohol, my mind still had coherent thoughts, and I didn't act like a dumbass. "There are people who keep dogs on chains in their backyard, never letting them off to run around or explore. They're only allowed to go in the circle the chain offers them. But every once in a while, the dog manages to escape the confines of the tether and roams free in the neighborhood until someone sees its tag and calls the owner. The owner then brings the dog back to that same leash, alone in the backyard." Clearly, he tried to imagine what I described, but he wasn't getting the metaphor.

She really wanted one. But she couldn't speak up. Logan went towards a box in the wardrobe and pulled out an electrical ring. Ellis only realized it was a high-tech leash for the Koln when Logan put it around his neck. "You can't do that," she protested softly. "That's... not right." She gulped when Logan turned to her with confusion. More than confusion, she saw discomfort in his eyes. "It's the law to collar them when they are on the surface," he said carefully. "I can take it out if you want," he compromised.

I furrow my brows. "I know you don't understand, but once we get you polished out, you will get it. I've got to mow, you're coming with me." He takes everything off the table and we go outside, he chains the leash part of the contraption to the porch post which leaves me a little room to stretch out in the sun.

“…they’re mine and found a friend.” My gaze lingers on the friend—a ginger cat. Sandwiched between the calicos, it looks up at me. And in that small moment of distraction, the others kick it out of its space, pushing it behind them. “You two, be nice!” The old woman rebukes as I scan the snowless fields beyond the porch to be certain that Hunter isn’t lurking, watching… waiting. There’s nothing though. Just the bright blue sky, the distant mountains, and the horses grazing within a fenced part of the field.

“There, so beautiful.” I hold the end of the leash and give a tug, pulling her off the chair and down to her knees. She gasps, grabbing her neck in horror. “Is this—is this…?” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Breathe. You're hardly a pet without a collar. Be on your best manners, Kitten, and I won't tug too hard.”