Smile Dog Creepy Novels & Stories

Shit. “What the—?” I staggered back, my breath hitching as the figure emerged from the shadows. It wasn’t a werewolf but an abnormally large dog, its size almost monstrous. Its eyes screamed of pure carnage, a primal strength radiating from its very presence. “Good doggy?” I attempted to soothe it, backing away slowly. The dog let out an ominous growl, its muscles tensing. Nope, not a good doggy!

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

the stranger whispered, a terrible grin spreading across his face. The creature didn't trot. It slid forward, its paws barely touching the grass, its back arched in an impossible, sickening curve. It stopped ten feet from the circle of "sheep." Then, it looked at me. What used to be a dog—a creature that possessed the hollow, rotting eyes of a dead thing—is smiling.

I wrinkle my nose, "Me neither. Werewolves are supposed to be sexy and amazing like you, right? I bet he looks mangy and like a Chinese crested." "A Chinese what?" he furrows his brows in confusion. I giggle. "A Chinese crested. It's the ugly dog from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. It's supposed to be the ugliest dog in the world." Valentine pulls out his phone, opens up the G****e app, and hands it to me to type in the dog breed. When I click on the first picture—a dog that even won an award for being the ugliest dog in the world—Valentine throws his head back in laughter.

‘He may not be far wrong. I sighed. Heavily. It was not the first time the first impression I portrayed had got me into trouble. “I shall smile when I meet them, would that help?” Hudson laughed. “Oh yes, lure them in with that truly friendly forced smile.” He winked playfully at me as we turned down a long driveway, which I assumed was the entrance to the pack. “But, in truth, that would be no different to the wolf dressing as Grandma in Little Red Riding Hood... 'Oh, what big teeth you have...' the little girls says as the wolf grins, before replying. 'All the better for eating you with.' Seriously your forced smile is scary as hell, creeps even me out and I have been your friend forever,

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

Even Evan turned away, clearly trying not to smile. Adrian stared at me. Completely speechless. I couldn't help it. A small smile spread across my face. “You heard me.” His eyebrows rose. “You just called me a dog.” “A very large one, apparently.” Mia laughed harder. Evan shook his head. “This is unbelievable.” I looked at him. “What?” “You just discovered werewolves exist and your first concern is whether Adrian is a dog.” I shrugged. “It's a reasonable question.” Adrian finally sighed.

She could recognize that psychopathic gaze anywhere. Seeing who had come to visit, Y scrambled on his bleeding knees and hands, miserably and slowly towards them with a blank look in his eyes and a creepy smile on his lips. He looked up at Dom first when he neared the bars but dared not touch them, and started in a strange creepy voice that she had very rarely heard him use. "Dragon Alpha Lord King has finally paid a visit to the starving ol' me. What a pleasure you're highness!" His creepy smile widened, showing each dirty decaying tooth. Iris pulled her eyes away from him and looked at Dom.

Me and my weird twists… — You can't, especially since we didn't catch the last wolf. I roll my eyes. — Goldie probably is worried. I have a dog at home that needs... “No, you must. Krew says. - I I love dogs and would have smelled him. - You are a dog . You know it, right? — I snap. He chuckles, sitting up and throwing his hands behind his back. head. His eyes are on my breasts. It's almost like I'm not wearing a bra. I mock. Men. act like dogs

"What's with that crooked grin? Act normal. Stop doing that." This was on her. She had shown him those videos, and now, he picked up the worst habit. That lopsided look made him seem like he'd had a stroke. Raising a smart dog really wasn't easy. Noticing her mood, Cola lowered his ears and leaned closer to her. Nicole tightened her grip on the leash, keeping him close so he wouldn't act out. After being indoors for days, the air outside felt clearer. In broad daylight, there were far fewer people openly robbing others. Even those lurking around were more cautious now.