Straw Dogs Novels & Stories

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

More words appeared on the screen, in glittery Comic Sans: Hello class, I am the infamous pit bull Elena Montez from Riverside High School. For many years, I've been following around the biggest bitches in school. The video cut to a chihuahua with Lara's face and a pampered poodle with Jessica's. They pranced down a hallway with the Elena-dog following, tail wagging. The audience lost it. "Oh my god," someone said between fits of laughter. "No way this is real." I was such a little loser that as soon as the

Just as I zipped up my gown, I heard a loud shriek that pierced the night. I wobbled to the entrance of the alley, staring in the direction of where I’d heard the noise. To my surprise, I saw Tommy, Steve, and Jordan running back toward me; their faces were filled with terror. Then they stopped a few feet away from the alley and started cowering and screaming like children. One of them, Jordan, actually wet himself. When I looked past them, I understood why. Seven giant dogs were slowly advancing towards them. They were a strange breed of dogs I’d ever seen, probably the largest.

Evan said, gesturing for me to follow him. He led me into his office, a spacious corner room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. A sleek desk stood in the center, papers neatly arranged, and a few personal touches—a framed photo of a dog, a stack of books—softened the otherwise professional atmosphere. “So, this is your company?” I asked, still trying to process it all. “Yeah,” he said casually, leaning against his desk. “We specialize in software development and tech consulting. It started as a small idea during college, and somehow, it grew into this.”

London, England – The Trap at the Docks The docks were silent. Too silent. A cold wind blew in from the Thames as Isabella, Leo, Dante, and Ethan crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, scanning the warehouse. Leo’s voice was low. “Something’s off.” Ethan checked his tablet. “No movement inside. But there should be.” Dante smirked. “Maybe they heard we were coming and ran.” Isabella wasn’t convinced. She signaled for them to move in. They advanced quickly, guns drawn, slipping through the shadows of the towering cargo containers.

"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:

He no longer knew what to do. "Stop!" shouted Jaxter which made the blast of fire to turn the metal into a giant oven instantly stop. Of course they had to comply with Jaxter's wishes. Even though the fire had been turned off, the animals in this box were still actively gnawing on it, clawing at it and again this hot wall made him even more confused about what to do. He could only scream out loud, though he tried to minimize it. In fact, Lucas is sure that there are parts of his body that have been torn apart by the animals, perhaps they have become their food, because it seems that Jaxter doesn't feed them either.

Despite our strength, we were outnumbered. The fight was brutal, and every slash from their claws left us bleeding. Lily fought fiercely by my side, her growls harmonising with mine as we tore through our adversaries. We had to hold on, praying that our parents received the tracker signals and were racing to our rescue. Amid the chaos, a brief reprieve allowed us to break free. We bolted toward the nearby woods, the echo of snarls and yelps trailing behind us. The ground beneath our paws thudded as we ran, the scent of pine and damp earth filling our sensitive noses.

He really had no idea that Thomas would be so stupid. “Mr. Mayo, you’re not joking, right?” Thomas scoffed. “No.” Dylan kept shaking his head. “Mr. Mayo, do you know that dog No. 1 is nicknamed ‘Invincible General’? It is currently undefeated. How is it possible for it to lose to a common dog?”

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while