The Puppy That Lost His Way Novels & Stories

It should be comforting, her trusting a college friend to run the business, but knowing he was an ex, her first boyfriend, and the first man who claimed her territory, jealousy squeezed my heart. “How can I tell her, Sasha, when I saw her crying when she thought she lost Charlie?” I muttered, gritting my teeth, hating Luke as he raised his hand to take off the leaf “Charlie’s missing? She lost Charlie?” There was panic in her voice. “Sasha, you’re not listening. She thought she lost Charlie,” I corrected. Although it worried me too when she told me our puppy was missing, I knew we would find him. He is a smart dog, just like his mother.

Lyra smiled faintly and walked past them, her gaze drifting over the horizon. She found herself in a quiet part of the camp, near the stables, where the puppy lay in the grass. It had grown since she first found it, and the bond between them was undeniable. The creature had become more than just an animal to her—it was a part of her, her fated mate, and with that came a responsibility she didn’t fully understand yet. The puppy had been with her through the darkest moments, and in some ways, it had been the only constant in her life.

My hands were trembling like crazy but I have to do this. After several attempts I was able to open the mouth but for a minute nothing came out of it. Is it really what I think it to be? A haunted box or something. I moved towards it….slowly, one step at a time. I covered my eyes with my one hand, holding the stick on the other hand. I stretched my fingers which was covering my eyes to see through and see the thing inside it. It was… a white ball of fur. What? Ball of fur? I was confused as to what it was, until it moved which made me jolt back a bit. It had a pair of pure brown eyes which were directly looking at me. KAWAI…. It’s a puppy. I always wanted a puppy but the question arises her

Their eyes locked, holding a steady gaze for seconds. “Do not cry, Puppy,” the man used his thumb to wipe away the tears trickling down Elena’s cheeks. “Save your tears for later,” he chuckled. “Please, I beg you,” Elena continued her plea, but her appeals seemed to fall on deaf ears. “Calm down Puppy, I have a surprise for you” The man smirked and cupped Elena’s cheeks.

God knows, her favorite small animal is a dog when she was a child in her foster home, had one, because the rural doors rarely close during the day, the dog liked to run out to play, and then one day, the dog suddenly never came back, she was sad and upset for a long time and later heard that people drug to take away, and then, she never again, but seeing others have a cute dog, they can not help but tease half a day. Since the place where the puppy's head was rubbing was the place of injury, Jeff frowned and called him, "Come here, Kourtney's foot is hurt!" The puppy grunted a little aggressively and backed away. Kourtney looked down and picked up the little thing on the floor, unable to ta

My wolf instincts sharpened, picking up the tiny movement before my senses caught on. Curious, I followed the sound and noticed a small gray creature huddled beneath a flickering streetlamp. As I moved closer, the scent of earth and faint hunger reached me—it was a puppy. My heart clenched at the sight. It was no older than a month, its tiny body covered in matted gray fur, its ribs faintly visible beneath its coat. The little thing clumsily pawed at the ground, stepping on dry leaves as it sniffed around desperately for food.

But as my heartbeat slowed, the shame was replaced by a familiar, aching hollowness. I turned to my nightstand. A small Polaroid photo leaned against the lamp. In the picture, a skinny, scruffy puppy looked at the camera with guarded eyes. "Red..." I picked up the photo, tracing the edges with my thumb. "Where did you go?" It was a year ago, on a rainy night just like this one. I found him in a gutter, dying. He was covered in blood, likely mauled by other stray dogs. I didn't have much money, but I spent every spare cent on medicine and food for him. For a month, he was my only friend. He was the only living thing that didn't look at me with disgust.

It was a missing pet alert. "[REWARD]. A friend's golden retriever puppy went missing near Sunset Boulevard. He's only a month old. His name is 'Dash,' and he responds to his name. This puppy is incredibly important to my friend. Massive reward for anyone who can provide clues and help Sera find him. Thank you so much!" The attached picture showed a tiny, fluffy golden retriever puppy that could barely walk straight, panting happily at the camera. Wilmot stared at the palm-sized "Dash" in the photo, then slowly raised his head to look at Mortimer, who was sitting in the middle of the couch looking completely miserable, his eyes burning red because he'd gotten kicked.

They backed away from the giant wolf who had killed their friend with one swift bite. Gary watched impassively. The loss of a weakling was no loss at all. He cast his net wide looking for new pack members. There were several who fell far short of his expectations. But he and Paul would weed them out until only the strong remained. They would be worthy to be a part of his pack, and to have the women he had found for them. He swiveled his head to the right and peered deep into the dark depths of the cave. Even with his excellent night vision the caves were too dark to see into. But he could hear the whimpers of the females in their cages. The Baxter Alpha may have taken Karen and Sarah, but he

You better feel guilty, wolfboy, I think angrily, it's all your fault. I always knew, from the very first day I came here, that dogs were not allowed. That was the first sentence uttered when I arrived at the deformed orphanage. I still remember Mrs. Penn all those years ago, with light brown hair instead of a faded gray, telling me I couldn't bring my beautiful little German Shepherd puppy to the orphanage. He was my best friend, with silky smooth chocolate fur, whom I had named Spotty because of the huge caramel-colored patch around his eyes. Because of Mrs. Penn, Spotty ran away from the orphanage that day, never to return. And what hurt the most was the fact that no one with me cared eno