What Makes A Sad Story About A Dog So Emotional?

Introducing the next chapter in the Dark Side of Fate series!Liam's heart is broken on graduation night when the father of his long-time crush decides to whisk her away for reasons best known to him. The situation gets him distraught. Suspecting she is in danger, he tries to pull the strings to help find her. In the process, he is surprised by fate as his mate shows up in the midst of everything, and he is now torn between his fated and his long-time crush. He tries to navigate through with wisdom, but love isn't a battle of will but that of the heart, and his wolf isn't relenting either.This book continues the exciting journey of the children of our beloved characters as they face challenges in their unique world.Follow Liam, the son of Tamia and Sylvester, as he deals with unexpected struggles in his life. Despite feeling sad, destiny has something special in store for him. Will it turn out to be a blessing or a curse? This story revolves around Liam's love journey.If you haven't read The Dark Side of Fate Books 1 and 2 yet, consider giving them a read. It will help you better understand the characters and their backgrounds.

All Aria ever wanted was to fix their broken bond. But just when she discovers she’s pregnant with twins, his long-awaited pups, she finds her mate, Alpha Aiden, cradling another woman in his arms… and bringing her into their home. Humiliated, heartbroken, and pushed aside, Aria vanishes without a word. But Aiden’s world shatters the moment he finds her diary and realizes the truth: she was carrying his children all along. Now he’ll tear apart the realm to find her. Mate bond or not, betrayal or not, he’ll bring her back, even if it means burning everything in his path. Because losing her once was a mistake. Losing her again? Unforgivable. But Aiden isn’t the only Alpha who wants her. In her darkest hour, Aria crosses paths with Kaelen, the rogue Alpha feared across the realms, who offers her protection and a chance to rise stronger than before.

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

My in-laws were old-fashioned. They insisted that spending New Year's in their hometown was a must for a smooth year ahead. We could not get train tickets, so we decided to drive back. When my wife’s first love heard about it, he insisted on coming with us. He even brazenly took the front passenger seat from me. “Charles, I get carsick easily. I can only sit in the front.” Evan shot me a disdainful look. "It's just a seat. Why are you being so touchy?" “If you knew how to drive, would this even be an issue?” My in-laws chimed in as well. “You’re a grown man. Why are you making such a fuss over something so small?” Outnumbered, I had no choice but to squeeze into the back seat with my in-laws. Then, when we were passing a toll booth, Yvonne spotted a stray dog and was suddenly overcome with compassion. “That poor dog. Let’s bring it home with us.” I immediately objected, “The car is already full. If we bring a dog too, we’ll be over the limit. We won’t even be allowed on the road.” Before I had even finished speaking, Evan turned on me without hesitation. “Charles, in that case, why don’t you give up your seat for the dog? You can just take a cab back!”

My grandfather died on a covert mission, and authorities approved a grand funeral in his honor. Concerned about my grief, my fiancé offered to handle the arrangements. On the day of the funeral, I arrived with my grandfather's ashes, only to find his portrait discarded on the ground, replaced by one of a dog. Furious, I tried to remove it, but my fiancé's adopted sister stopped me. "Hands off that portrait!" Suppressing my fury, I countered, "This is my grandfather's funeral. He was a decorated hero." "So what?" She shrugged, sneering, "Isaac said Luck deserves the grandest send-off. If you've got a problem, take it up with him. Adoring me, he'd cancel your engagement and ditch you in a heartbeat." I laughed incredulously, calling Isaac's family. "You people begged for this engagement. Since when does your adopted daughter get to call it off?"

On a stormy night during the apocalypse, my own mother threw me out of the house while I was burning with fever, along with my husky, so my little brother would have a better chance of surviving. She shouted through the crack in the door, “Take that useless mutt and go die somewhere. Stop wasting your brother’s food!” I huddled in a pile of trash with my dog in my arms, convinced I was going to die. Then my husky suddenly spoke. “Host’s vital signs critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.” “Supermarket warehouse one hundred meters ahead. Three thousand freeze-dried meals detected.” “Pharmacy five hundred meters to the left. Five hundred boxes of antibiotics detected.” Three days later, I’d built a fortress with packs of dogs and mountains of supplies. I sat inside eating steak and watching the show. Outside the barbed wire, my mother and brother were on their knees, fighting each other over half a piece of moldy bread. I smiled. “Mom, even dogs wouldn’t eat that. Better savor it.”