Angry Pomeranian 소설 & 이야기

I could see that he was growing very frustrated. Suddenly, I noticed something in his eyes. I knew he sometimes had trouble controlling his anger, but I didn’t think that would happen during a sparring exercise. Before I could stop the exercise, he spun and threw a punch with full force, throwing Jasmine back. Everyone gasped, noticing what happened. I shifted into my wolf in anger, tearing my clothes, and attacked him. I grabbed him by the center of his body with my mouth, swinging him violently and throwing him into the grass. I had to stop myself from killing him I was so pissed.

After that he proceeded to give Xander the most angry look ever. He then growled, the most cutest little rumbling growl he could possibly muster before flapping his hands ferociously in front of him. One after another as he frantically tried to splash Xander in the face.... Either that or he was actually trying to swim out of my arms to get him. I swear I almost drowned both of us as a broke down laughing. I could hardly keep either one of us up at that point. He's like an angry puppy, or an angry Chihuahua, trying to seek revenge.

He says softly as I blink innocently. “Alone! Without your dog present!”He says as my nostril flare in anger. The entire diner collectively held its breath Including me as I try to control my breathing for approximately three seconds before exploding in anger. Is it a good sign if my Fox supposedly wants to kill a man who claims to be my mate? No. No it’s not! So instead of unleashing my anger I just laugh. Hard before giving him an unimpressed stare. “Absolutely not.”I say coldly, all the friendliness in my tone gone now.

Just as he's leaning closer, a series of barks fill the air making me jump. "Oh my god!" I yell as 5 or 6 Pomeranian dogs of different colors comes bounding into the living in full force, yapping and jumping at me. I squeal as I pull my legs to my chest, looking down at the wild beasts in horror. "Well, I see you all are home early." David chuckles, scratching under the chin of a black one. "I swear these dogs get more energetic every time I see them." A women with a southern accent and dark red hair says as she turns the corner into the living room, a bunch of colorful leashes hanging from her hands.

Renna I couldn’t believe it; I was so angry my whole body trembled with rage. I clenched my fists, seething with anger. How dare he think he could just claim my pack? What right did he have? My wolf growled ferociously, mirroring the anger that burned within me. I could never have imagined Ethan sinking so low, yet I couldn't fathom why I hadn't seen it coming, considering everything he had done before.

Dante growled. Chuckling, "yes, the anger. We have to work on your temper. We can't have you threatening or snapping people's necks." Straightening out his jacket, "let us continue." Dante was furious that he took out the anger on a nearby wall, punching strongly into it, breaking apart. His eyes briefly glowed, revealing an amber golden color. It was like a sharp sunset. He was snarling, his wolf trying to break out. Dante didn't like being controlled or manipulated in any way. He was used to playing cards. Maybe Declan was soon going to get himself or Dante killed.

A chuckle escaped my lips, a sound that seemed to further inflame Damon’s already simmering rage. "You find this funny?" he snarled, his hands clenched into fists. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal what’s rightfully mine?" I looked straight into his eyes and I could see his dark orbs staring back at me, his eyes were as fierce as that of a Cheetah. And his lips were pursed, showing just how deep the anger that was coursing through him. I thought about how he'd always been the most violent of the three of us. Unlike me, he doesn't think before acting. He just acts and then after that remains unapologetic about whatever it is he has done. Knowing all that, I knew I had to be dipl

Archie explained in a low voice. "Okay!" Uncle Suan hung up the phone and drove out. He parked his car in front of a high-end pet shop in the city. He got out of the car and walked into the pet shop. After he got to know the shop assistant, he started to look at the puppy. Finally, he took a fancy to a very cute little Pomeranian. Its snow-white fur was as white as snow. "This one!" Uncle Suan pointed at it. "Sir, please wait in the lounge area. We need to do some post-sales work for the dog."

Funny, how my brain knew he had a girlfriend, yet I felt the giggles whenever he was around. I picked up the dog and rushed back to the apartment, but didn't go inside and decided to wait outside and hand him over to Ryker quickly. I couldn't let anyone see the dog and make a mess out of it. To be honest, this was the cutest little puppy I've ever seen. It was a white small Pomeranian; his name was tipsy because he was really very lazy. I was standing in the parking, holding him in my arm and my phone in my other hand.

That would teach it! The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’ ‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage.