Yandere Dogday Novels & Stories

Xyla hissed but fought back the pain when blood came out and dyed her collar red. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” Mandy leaned down and looked at her, smiling eerily. “Too bad this isn’t enough. I’m going to give you a day you’ll remember for the rest of your life.” She raised her hand, and four men entered. Xyla’s expression froze, and she was pale as a paper. Mandy grabbed her by her arm, pushed her toward the men, and looked down at her. “Yorrick doesn’t like it when other men touch his toy. If I destroy you, Yorrick will give up.”

The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl. The girl didn't care if the little dog was looking at her, her eyes staring at the man's outfit. It wasn't until the man and the dog were gone that she moved her eyes. The cold winds that were blowing didn't affect her at all. Her body is covered by the light of the moon, her beauty has almost increased a hundredfold. The girl touched her head with her hand when she noticed that her ears were pointed, covered with white fluff. She forgot to retract her Wolf's ears, she shook her head slightly to retract her ears.

As at this time the rest of my warriors had arrived and we finished them off. After the fight, I left Alex in charge to get more intel concerning these attacks as they were becoming too frequent. I sprinted toward the lake to cool off and I shifted back to my human form mid-air. I couldn’t help but notice the air felt different making my wolf be on alert. As I made for the shoreline, the commotion coming from the lake piqued my interest and I advanced stealthily ready to pounce. As I inched closer to the shoreline, a fragile being collided with me, it was Kaya Daygon, the pack's hermit. I never really understood her but I could feel a storm steering inside of her which contrasted with her si

I say, denial clear in my voice. “Do I?” He turns back to the tree line and gestures his head for someone to come forward. In a pair of skimpy, black, athletic shorts, and a hot pink sports bra, her cleavage is on full display. All the rogues begin to drool over her. Her brown hair hangs loosely, as she uses it to frame her giant tits. “Hello, Darius. Daya.” She says with a know-it-all attitude and in a flash, Daya has shifted back to her wolf and is lunging for Mara.

"Are you still dreaming? Who is your fiancee? Aren't you tired pestering me for two years, you look like a dog, oh worst than a dog" "Lance how dare you call me a dog! You should be calling your maid a dog not me!!!! Your calling your fiancee a dog!" Anna almost burst out her tears "Oh? When did I ever have a fiancee, which is a dog? Don't worry I like dogs, because they are licking my shoes and everything they like, they also Love bones, well I'm not bones and I can't supply you bones every year, your the ugliest dog I ever meet, you must be thankful I compared you to a dog when your worst than a dog, a dog can understand a word but you can't"

Not that she didn’t think that Daya was wise, far from it, but she appeared to be more of a Free Spirit than a Tree Spirit. Ayla was adding more fruit to Rhobart’s plate when he shouted, “Daya! What in Beliar’s name do you think you are doing?” Moments later, Daya reappeared next to Ayla. “The ogre caught me staring. But I did see his dick! Should I tell you about it? “No!” Daya put her index finger in the air and pointed to its tip. “He has a curved metallic bar in the head of his dick with two small balls at each end,” she explained while Ayla tried to ignore her.

The moment I sit down, she asks, “What are you?” My chest constricts, but I look at her with polite confusion. “What do you mean?” “Don’t lie,” Yana hisses, leaning forward to look at me. “I saw you turn into a dog last night.” A dog? I’m offended. I almost point out that it’s a Lycan and not a mere dog, but I hold my tongue. “I’m confused, Miss Allard. A dog?” I feel bad that I’m basically gaslighting her, but the less she knows, the better.

I screamed while putting hands over my ears. “Jeez. Stop being so dramatic, asshole,” Aira rolled her eyes. “I am dramatic ? Then what are you ?” I scoffed. “Your owner, DAWWGGG,” Aira smart mouthed back. She called me a dog ? What the fuck ! I am a wolf for fuck’s sake. “And you are a nasty bitch,” I answered back. “I will whoop your ass, Ryder,” Aira threatened. “And I will pee on you,” I shouted back.

I say, “Although I am good looking, but no, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Jamie chuckles, “But that was a girl’s hair on your shoulder. Do you go to places like pubs or drinking bars a lot?” I snort, “No. The hair you saw was the dog.” “Dog?” I nod, “Yes, it’s my dog, Sunny. She’s a golden retriever.” Hah! Golden retriever. Henrietta is a golden retriever now, huh? As Jamie hears me, his eyes turn brighter, “Her hair is this long?”

That dog had an uncanny ability to sense when she was already irritated and cling to her like an unwanted child, pushing her further over the edge. Sending him back to his owner by evening felt like the first blessing in her life so far. Sending back a simple thumbs-up emoji, she moved onto the second message. This one was from Logan. [Are you coming over today? Minho’s quite energetic while waiting for you.] The message earned a slight crease of Mirena's brows. Quite energetic was one way to put it. Vindictive menace was another. The Samoyed derived an almost sadistic pleasure from clinging to her despite her protest—seeing her miserable.