Player X Dogday Novels & Stories

Not the same thing. Details. The whole gym still smells like him. Like us. My scent all over a Hunter, his all over me, neither of us slept and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Twice before breakfast. He drove off in my hoodie. Barely even fought me on it. The wolf hasn't shut up about that since one in the morning. "Morning, Dax." Petey, sixty-odd, comes in four days a week to use the treadmill. He stares at his phone the whole time and doesn’t say a word to anybody.

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

That would be a sure way to ruin any chances I might have with her. Determinedly, I continued on my way, heading down the stairs and navigating through the packhouse. I approached one of the workers, inquiring about the location of the gym. With a friendly point in the right direction, I offered my gratitude and proceeded on my way. Upon arrival, I was taken aback by the empty room. It was odd to think that none of the pack members were utilising the gym. How did they manage to maintain their fitness? It was a small marvel that piqued my curiosity. Although I half-expected to find Alpha Justin using the facility, the absence of anyone else hinted that perhaps I had woken up earlier than most

“I don’t know what’s gotten over him. This will be the last time that he will be bothering you.” Maya, who is kneeling and calming the dog looked up at him calmly. “That’s alright,” she assured as she finally stood up. “He must have sensed that I’m a dog lover as well. Grayson pointed it out as well yesterday. We could hear his barking when we went out at the back.” Jordan looked down and saw Pogo, looking content and for the first time since yesterday, he was calm and quiet. He is currently looking at Maya adoringly.

Unfortunately, before I could even take two steps, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me back. Zachary. What the hell. Not today… please not today. “So now you’re pretending I don’t exist?” he said with a mocking smile. “Why? Regretting the day you decided to mess with me?” “I’m not in the mood to fight today,” I answered tiredly. “Can we continue this tomorrow?” My vision was already starting to blur. “You mean you can’t handle me,” Zachary scoffed arrogantly. “You started this little game, and now you’re backing out?”

His eyes looked glossy as if telling him that he would not eat much from now and you could not throw him outside either. Alden's throat constricted as his heart ached slightly for Peach. Peach was a humble dog. He could feel Alden's Emotions and Understood human lives. Dogs were especially sensitive to things like "I'm going to lose you" or "I can't afford you anymore." Seeing that Peach was serious, Alden smiled and quickly patted its big head to calm him down. Peach barked twice as he showed his frustration that this moment. Alden looked at Peach and said, "Don't worry. Dad lied to you. Finish your milk. I am not abandoning you"

“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.” *

Kendra said, holding her head where the can hit her. "I'm sorry babe, Kyle doesn't know how to aim!" Steve said and got off the couch, picking up the can off the floor and winding it back as if to pitch it at Kyle. Kyle ran and Steve chased. Kendra rolled her eyes and took out her phone to make sure the can didnt leave a mark.

Ashy: Paul Paul: What is it now? Ashy: I'm one step away from losing it all Ashy: [Picture attached] Paul: Yes...? Ashy: This is Olivia's paw Ashy: I don't know how she managed to take a photo, and frankly, it doesn't matter to me because look Ashy: I miss dogs. I miss puppies. I miss them so much. Look at the paw and how cute and pink it looks. I want to poke and pinch

Yet I sit here, elbows on my knees, staring at the screen like I’m trying to figure out what the hell she is. Dagen returned, human again, shirtless and bruised from his fight with both Veyra and the cat. He’s silent, leaning against the far wall with that same brooding scowl that he always wears after a shift. Rael is nursing his drink like this is some casual broadcast. Maddox is still lounging back too entertained for his own good. She stumbles again, and I feel my wolf react, too fast, too tense, and my jaw tightens. “She’s slowing,” I mutter.