Sans Dogs Novels & Stories

Nok had slowed down as we got closer to the main camp once more and away from Celeste’s prying eyes. “As many different types as there are humans.” “What was that comment about being a dog whore?” my head hung low with the thought of being viewed in such a light. “Wolves are a bit proud, we tend to not mix with other types of fae. Dog’s are the exception. Canine variety can be somewhat of a way to blow off steam for us. Get out our frustrations.” “But you’d never actually be with anything other than a wolf blood?”

“We’ll see about that.” There had to be at least a dozen men already at the multiple tables pulled together. And there were still a few black metal chairs open at the red checked tables. When the pack members saw Teuf, they got quiet and watched the dog and woman walk past. Most wolves did not have dogs. And they certainly didn’t take them with them to breakfast. She sat in an open empty chair and Teuf lay down under her chair with his front pads and face between her feet. He curled his tail around himself and practically disappeared. “I’m sorry, Miss,” a manager said, approaching the table. “We can’t allow dogs in here.”

For a moment I had forgotten the nature of this relationship and what we would do in less than forty minutes. "I hope your dog doesn't pee or eat something, because the place is rented." “Sansa would be incapable of doing something like that, she lives up to her name.” “I would agree with you if I knew what that name means,” I replied “And I swear to God, Louis Anderson, that I will kill you if I get sick with some animal parasite, you touched my pussy after caressing her!” "My dog ​​would be incapable of carrying any disease, just yesterday she visited the vet and the report says that she is healthy and well trained” he informed me, handing me a sealed envelope that was in the glove compart

“ I said, pointing towards the top of mountain appearing on the horizon. “Yah yah … uncle has big land for me to play“. Daisy cheered in excitement. I ruffled her long curls, chuckling at the little girl. "Does he have a dog?" She quizzed spontaneously. "No baby." "Cat??" "No baby. Werewolves do not keep dogs and cats as pets”, she pouted her tiny lips at my reply. Her smile diminished and her eyes became glassy with tears. She was about to cry. That is how it has been since her mother's death. One moment she is happy and the next she will be tearing up. "Daddy, I want a dog”, she whispered and whimpered.

I nod slowly and look past her, trying to get a better peek at the person in the pavilion. She always talks about a pet she used to have, but she never says what kind of pet it was or exactly what kind of accident it had. Werewolves rarely have pets because our wolves see them as prey. Maybe Dario rolled the dice and got her a puppy? Knowing Dario, I probably don’t want details.

“Exactly.” He leaned back, folding his arms again. “What about friends? Siblings?” “I mean, I’ve got both,” I said with a sigh. “But my sisters both live in NYC with their men and dogs. Dogs are the bigger issue because Spitfire would not be okay with that. And then there’s my brother. He’s local, but I feel like I’d need a tetanus shot to crash with him. So, not a place for Spitfire to have her kittens.”

– Riyjin Tsuki said. - So, unofficially? – Mathayus questioned him. - I'm using dogs to attract the owners and have sex with them, without commitment. – Riyjin Tsuki said. His dogs like Ace, Lambão, Milka, and several other well-behaved dogs, with glossy, shiny coats, which was more than six dogs strolling in the park that afternoon, while Darkness-Star led the way towards the convention. Like bees attracted to honey, or flies toward lamps, other women scurried around, exercising, walking their other dogs.

she pleaded, her eyes sparkling as she admired the Doberman, fully grown and exuding a dangerous aura. "I don't think it's a good idea, Su. The dog is meant for the wild, it's not trained for house pets yet" he murmured, looking at her. Susan knelt beside the dog, pleading with a heartfelt expression, "Please, can't we take it?" He turned to Aiden for a moment of contemplation. "Please, Ace," Aiden asked, appealing to his girlfriend with earnest eyes. Ace carefully helped her to her feet, his hand brushing off the dirt from her knees with a gentle touch.

"A real one. Not a safe house. Not a temporary arrangement. Somewhere with a garden. Maybe a dog." "A dog?" "Don't look at me like that. Dogs are loyal. They don't betray you for money or power or revenge." Celeste was quiet for a moment. Then: "I've never had a dog. My mother was allergic." "Then we'll get a hypoallergenic one. Something small and ridiculous. A poodle, maybe." "A poodle." "You're making that face again." "What face?" "The face that says 'I'm Celeste Laurent and I'm too sophisticated for a poodle.'"

"Oh, Sienna, Baby doesn't know any better. I'll apologize for him. But it's fine, right? Your mom's about to be blown up anyway. A little smell won't matter. Think of it as a final cleansing?" Josiah burst out laughing, rubbing the dog's head. "No need to apologize. I think Baby does know better. You see, even a dog thinks her mom's filthy." People around us murmured. Some looked at me with pity. But I smiled. Josiah frowned. "What the hell are you smiling at?" I said calmly, "Animals relieve themselves wherever they want. That's just what they do." Josiah's face darkened. "Sienna! Are you calling Vivian an animal?"