Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

I scream as I angrily throw the glass I was holding in my hand and its shattered pieces spread across the floor. I can feel anger rise in me as my eyes turn yellow and my fingers partially transform into paws. I walk over to the sitting area where I lift up the couches and angrily throw them against the wall, caring less about the ruckus I’m causing in the living room. I walk over to the flat screen TV and angrily push it down from the cupboard. A few servants rush into the living room but none of them has the courage to approach or try to stop me. They very well know what they’ll be getting themselves into if they attempt to do that. I scream in fury as I pick up the glass table at the

"Yet." Dominic swallows down whatever was bubbling in his mouth. He looks angry and irritated. I can see he doesn't appreciate the time we are taking to settle this situation. Contrary to the impact Angela usually has on people, she seems to be rubbing him in the wrong way. He is barely holding himself back. He growls, showing his teeth. "I rather see you choke in your own blood, bitch." Angela frowns.

The silence stretched so long it became its own living thing. I glanced sideways at him and his jaw was clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. “What is wrong with you?” No answer. By the time we reached his house, my irritation had reached boiling point, the gates opened to reveal a stunning estate tucked behind walls and iron fencing. As soon as we stepped inside, a tiny white Pomeranian came racing across the marble floor and she barked once and jumped at my legs. “Oh my God,” I gasped, scooping her up. “You little angel.”

He shouldn’t be able to growl like that when he hadn’t shifted. I wondered what the level of anger and frustration he had been keeping bottled in and was finally letting out. “Soren, please calm down” I begged with a whisper. “Please” “Amira” He choked out and my heart broke at how scared and angry his voice sounded. He was trying to fight it, but his wolf was very strong and angry. “I know it’s hard, but you have to fight it before the flames kill us” I explained, grabbing his hand and ignoring the pain from the heat on his skin “Do it for me”

He unzipped it and touched his initials engraved on it. "Thanks for this. By the way, Happy birthday, Astrid." His round, tired eyes gave me a tranquil stare. He got something on the backseat. I heard a howling of a dog and just a moment ago, I saw a puppy. It was a pure white puppy. I guess it's a teacup Pomeranian since it was so tiny and cute. It has fluffy, pure white fur that contributes to its cuteness. "Wow. It is so cute." I muttered under my breath after seeing it aggressively licked Kolten's hand. I saw a metal tag attached to the dog's collar, and it has a name on it.

Damon I clenched my fist with a look on my face. I growled out with my voice etched with anger and pain. My voice was filled with pain. I glared at the door with an angry look on my face. My eyes were covered and clouded with anger and fury. The door was flung open with a loud squeaky sound. I shook my head with a sigh. I clenched the hem of my clothes to my chest with an angry look on my face. My heart was filled with pain. The pain that sparkled throughout my heart was really hard and unbearable. The pain was something I couldn't endure. I shook my head with a sigh.

" Answer me first! Do you have even an ounce of shame in you!" " When you aren't ashamed doing it, why should I feel ashamed seeing it?" His anger flares but I wasn't scared. Slamming his hands beside me. Blocking me. He roars. " Look who is talking? " Moving his fingers down to caress my neck. He speaks in disgust. " The one who has the mark of that bastard death wolf on her?" " The one who has fuc"ed with our enemy." And that was it. My wolf gets on surface. Growling at him. Turning tables. To grab his neck and pin him on the cupboard behind.

Damon only is allowed to call me that. ‘’Don't be a fierce one little wolf, you will only hurt yourself’’ it cautioned me but I was too angry to listen. ‘’I am not your little wolf, don't call me that”’ I scream at it. Rather than getting angry , it had an amusing smile on its face. ‘’Wow, he got himself a fiesty, well it is rather too bad for he won't get to spend time with you”’. Listening to it speak I could tell it held so much hate towards Damon.

Olivia: If you ehh one more time, I'll shave it down your throat and take it out of your a** Ash: That sounds a little too graphic for me Olivia: Exactly, so don't ehh me again Ash: But it riles you up so quickly Ash: It's fun Ash: If I'm an angry pomeranian, then you're an angry puppy which is even less threatening than a pomeranian Olivia: My puppy could beat the f*ck out of your pomeranian Ash: Should we try? Olivia: You do realize I could pin you to the ground in a matter of a nanosecond, right? Ash: What if that's what I want? Olivia: You're so f*cking, idiot dude

"You've certainly gotten bold today. Is this your new way of trying to turn me on?" As his warm breath brushed my ear, he lifted the hem of my sweater and slid his hand beneath it. I turned and pressed down on his hand. "And why on earth would I want to turn you on? Your skills in that area are hardly worth bragging about." "Damn it, Emma!" Jake shouted, his expression freezing, shock and humiliation crashing together across his face. His eyes churned with a flicker of shock and menace. "You'd better watch your attitude, or else—"