Short Stories Dogs Novels & Stories

He rebuked angrily. Meanwhile, a car was speeding in front of Cyra's eyes. The car might have hit her if Cyra hadn't been alert enough to pull over her moped. However, unexpectedly, a brown dog dashed across the road and was struck by the car. Instead of stopping, the vehicle accelerated even faster. Meanwhile, the dog's body was flung into the air and collided with the front wheel of Cyra's moped. Panicking, Cyra immediately dismounted her moped and cradled the dog's bloodied body in her lap. The dog's eyes gazed sorrowfully at Cyra momentarily, leaving a deep longing. But shortly afterwards, the poor dog's eyes closed forever.

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

Her hand shook as she reached out and gently touched its neck. The dog did not snap or growl, and Jovie's fear ebbed away. She stroked its head, whispering words of comfort. "Big doggy, did the bad people take you too? Don't worry, my daddy will come for us soon. He's like a superhero, super strong. He'll beat up the bad guys and get us out of here..."

Their temper diminished when they realized that it was the owner of the house. Ciro rushed over and opened the door for her again. Bethany did not get out of the car for fear of the canines. -Don't be afraid, they know you and love you very much. -Ciro said, waiting for her. The woman took a deep breath and carefully put one foot on the ground and then the other. Suddenly, the dogs pounced on her, but before she could get scared, she noticed how friendly they were with her. They wagged their tails from side to side and fought for her attention. Bethany, calm, greeted each one, reading their respective names on the bone-shaped tag hanging from their collars: "Azteca" "Taliban" and the female

I know I would be crying like a kid again by the end of the movie. Seeing that I finally settled for a movie Christopher asks me pointing towards the scream. "What's this?" What? He doesn't know the movie Hachiko. How is that possible? "Don't tell me that you haven't watched Hachiko. The story of a loyal dog who waited 9 years for his master after his unfortunate death, at the same station where he left him." I tell him, feeling a bit offended. What? Come on guys, you know how much I love animals.

I want to stop it but I don’t know-how. In the distance. I heard a growl and loud breathing from hungry, wild animals. I stopped crying and listened to it. Their breathing is getting nearer and nearer and their footsteps are getting lighter and lighter. I looked behind me and I saw three-headed dogs. I think they are greyhound dogs; with their saliva falling from their mouths and their sharp teeth that is telling that they are ready to rip me apart with their red eyes staring at me. “No,” I whispered. I immediately stand up and run away from them but they run after me. They follow me wherever I go. I know they are faster than me, which is why I need to run faster to get away from them.

No one POV . A red signal brought their car to a halt. Their car was the first one on the lane. Arbaaz looked out the window and saw a woman playing with the street dogs. She had long hair and fine height. The dogs seemed to really like her. Even, he was fond of dogs, and he, himself had 4 German shepherds, kids of Rocky (could read about this Dog in detail in my Book 2). He never knew that a woman was playing with dogs. All the women he knew are afraid of them at first until and unless they are their pets.

(Lexi’s POV) I’m going to die! I’m going to die! My heart was screaming and crying in panic, but before I found myself getting mauled by dogs, Finn put a whistle to his mouth. “Whooee-uueet!” The dogs halted abruptly, hearing probably a familiar whistle sound from their owner. My eyes widened at the different breeds of dogs, but half of their numbers were Golden Retriever and Labrador. For a dog lover, they were adorable, sitting on the ground, looking like they were smiling while panting and waiting for a treat from their owner.

I said to Clarissa, “and she’s not speaking.” “That’s because she’s a dog, Katla,” she said. “Dogs aren’t wolves, but that one is called a Husky. They’re supposed to look like little wolves, I guess. I don’t know where they came from actually, but humans have them as pets, for friends.” “So humans do have wolves! It’s just their wolves can’t talk back and aren’t part of them,” I’m not sure if it made it better or worse. I also felt bad for the small wolf dog on the leash.

V. I smile at Doug when I see the tent in his pants. I have this stupid dog wrapped around my finger. I understand the word pussy whipped now. He doesn't realize that every time we have sex, I'm taking a small piece of his sanity and slowly killing his wolf. I hate werewolves, but love using them to do my dirty work. Right now, I need one of those bunnies.