Trevor Henderson Anxious Dog Novels & Stories

Sighing in relief, I crouched in front of it and rubbed its head. “Hey there, buddy,” I said with a playful tone and noticed the dog’s leash hanging loose on the ground. “Where’s your owner?” “Athena,” someone called near our area as I flitted my eyes up. The dog immediately walked away from me, running towards the guy who was now approaching my area. At that point, I thought my anxiety worsen because sweat oozed out of my hands and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the guy. And I concluded, it was probably because I was smitten in less than a second.

The dark-haired guy finally grabbed the dog by the collar, pulling him back while the animal continued wagging its tail happily like he hadn’t just ruined my entire nervous system. Meanwhile, the blond one stayed close to me, looking genuinely concerned. “Hey,” he said quickly, holding his hands up a little. “It’s alright. Are you fine?” I pressed my hand against my chest dramatically, trying to catch my breath. “That thing is huge!” The blond guy laughed softly. “He looks scary, but I promise he’s harmless. He just gets excited around new people.” I stared at the dog in disbelief. “Excited?” I repeated. “That looked like attempted murder.”

My heart raises when it goes towards my direction, groaning, so I started to get anxious when he gets closer towards my place while I am still hiding away from Mister Dawson. "Cloud!" I heard him screamed one more time. I purse my lips when I saw the dog walking towards my spot, now showing me a mad look and her teeth shows, which makes me more anxious. "Sho!" I shooed the huge black and brown dog who is now ready to munch me until the death of me. It looks so huge and heavy, plus the fact that its face is also big. "H-Hi, little one–" "Cloud!" The dog and I look together at the man standing behind the dog. I saw how Mister Dawson's face shows obvious surprise seeing me getting groaned by hi

Davien nudged Ansel warningly, but I could only chuckled, rolling my eyes to another direction as if Cain was invisible to me, even though he was standing right in front of me. He wears his usual mischievous and sickening grin as he chews a gum loudly, his hands packed in his pocket. “I can’t believe that bitch was right. And this only shows the reason why you were able to hide from me all these months. Congratulations.” “I think I heard a dog barking in the distance,” I glared at Cain, my anger, hatred, resentment, resurfacing like a fuse, “Right, Ansel?” “Yes, and this one doesn’t have a tail, neither a collar nor an owner. Just a stray, a total eyesore.”

Glamora paused while he tightened his grip on the Fibre Wire. "Tell Me where the Harrison Pack are and I won't have to decapitate your body into two halves!" Glamora Snapped while Henderson gulp, the pain he felt was becoming immense. "I don't know what you are talking about!" He defended, sweats dripping down his Neck. "Oh boy, I think you know and you are gonna tell me, trust me, you don't wanna taste my patience Boy!" Glamora said angrily while Henderson yelled as the Fibre Wire cut a little bit into his flesh

She was just as displeased with him as I was. Mr. Henderson looked jovial and appeared to be in the midst of a spirited discussion with Logan. However, as I stood in the doorway and looked back and forth between the two men, I could sense a shift in the dynamic. Behind Mr. Henderson’s pleasant exterior, his eyebrows were knit tightly together and his eyes flashed with anxiety. “Ella,” he began, his voice tight. “Can I have a word?” Logan reclined comfortably on the plush couch, looking surprisingly unperturbed by the tension in the room. “Should I leave?” he asked.

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, ringing down the hall like a gunshot. My hands flew up, slapping over my mouth. Shit. Shit! What if Damien heard me? What if Jaxon comes storming out and they discover I've been eavesdropping? The dog barked again, circling me, tail wagging like a fan on steroids. His soft fur brushed against my leg as he nudged at me, whining. Carefully, frantically, I crouched, my hands shaking as I stroked his ears. “Shhh, big guy. Please. You’ll get me killed,” I whispered. My voice cracked as my fingers sank into his fur, softer than anything in this prison. “What’s your name, huh? Who do you belong to?”

I reached out with shiver-wracked hands and grabbed the fabric of his trousers at his knee, clinging to him as if he were my only lifeline in a vast, dark ocean. "You're making a scene, Danny," Cassian said, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at me holding onto him. "Stop this." "I won't ask about him again!" I sobbed openly, my head bowed against his leg as hot tears soaked into the fine wool of his trousers. "I swear I won't! I'm a dog—dogs don't get jealous. Dogs don't ask questions about the past. Just look at me, Master. Please, just look at me."

“I’m not, I’m just stating how roommates behave. Lusting after each other, making out at friend’s party, demanding sex - how to be roommates 101. Maybe we should write a book about it.” I groaned while trying to suppress my blush and turned away from him. I heard him chuckled at my response and felt him closer to me, “Go easy with the drinks. I don’t want you to embarrass yourself again like last time.” Scoffing, I eyed him, “Are you going to take advantage of me?” “I’ll be rendered helpless if you beg me.” He shrugged, “I hate seeing you disappointed.” Henry decided to show off his bar-tending skills, which was why he stood on the other side of the bar counter and poured drinks for everyone

After what felt like an eternity, it finally nodded and shouted toward the sky, "Looks like I ran into a real trickster!" … The bathroom was filled with rising steam. For three years, I had lived every day in constant anxiety, trying every possible way to please Jake. But now that I knew I was heading home soon, I could truly relax for the first time. Water streamed down my body, washing away both the grime of the nightclub and Jake's lingering presence. With a click, the bathroom door handle twisted. "Who's there?" I quickly grabbed a towel nearby and wrapped it around myself. "Who else could it be?" Jake said, a chuckle slipping from his lips. He stepped into the bathroom without the sligh