Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

any playfulness he might have had now gone as his face and features become stern and dominant. Yanking my arm free from his hold, I was seriously not in the mood for this. “Get the FUCK away from me” seething in anger I move to grit my teeth. My anger steadily rising. Raising an eye, I move to roll my eyes once more, heading for the sink as I did. Knowing I was pushing his buttons does he move to growl, “Drop the fucking attitude Bambina (Baby).”

A barking sound was heard which terrified her. That little thing pounced on her, making her take a few steps back. She nearly lost her balance. Bark! Bark! Bark! It took her a lot of effort to stand still and fix her gaze to look at it. It was a white fluffy Pomeranian, and it was wagging its tail while barking at Sharon. “You… Where did you come from? Where’s your owner?” Bark! Bark! Bark! The little dog kept wagging its tail while barking at her as if it had taken a liking to Sharon. It was very enthusiastic.

They were all now coming to realise that I am not to be trifled with. “Stop playing with the girl and put her on her ass already” Pia screeched. Dante rolled away from me and jumped back to his feet. He didn’t wait this time and came charging at me once again. His extended claws were out in front of him, and mud brown fur was starting to sprout along his arms. He has no control, is it any wonder this is so easy. Dante swung and I dodged, over and over. I was enjoying the game, toying with him like this. I like watching his anger rise and his frustration grow. It amuses me to no end.

The red-furred wolf knew this would anger the leader, so she turned her head to look at the leader. From the eyes of the owner of the red wolf, he also knew what to do. She looked at the wolf with the yellow fur and gave an order. “You go ahead!”

“I should be the one who has the right to be angry because I wanted nothing more than to chop his hand and feed it to the dogs. It’s hard for me to let him touch my face, and here you are, being dramatic.” A satisfying smirk tugs at my lips as I hear her say that, and my anger melts away as I sense her hatred and disgust for that bastard. I glance around, ensuring there’s no one close enough to overhear her tantrum. Her outburst could draw unwanted attention, something we can’t afford right now. You’re the one throwing a tantrum and overreacting, my wolf mocks, siding with her as usual. I grit my teeth and push forward, trying to shut them both out. But then the air is shattered by her screa

Jerome asked with a twitched brow, they both looked weak. Their injury is dripping blood from it and they need a rest. Angrily raising aloft my hands I banged furiously on the door, almost knocking the door down. My teeth grind furiously, patting my back Jerome tries to calm me down. Inhaling and exhaling, I fight back the anger trying to take control. I need to be calm! I mumbled in my head repeatedly. My anger knows no bounds, my friends are in pain and my mate is severely maimed, he needs immediate attention, and the owner of the house is locking us and leaving us out here.

Aroon gently stroked the puppy and it turned its cute little face to him, head cocked at an adorable angle and looking up at him curiously. There were a lot of puppies inside the rescue center but this one particular cream coloured Teacup Pomeranian caught Dae's attention. Dae wanted the puppy at the first sight itself. It was a beautiful puppy with piercing black eyes and black button nose. His mouth’s curved upward, giving it an extremely adorable face. It had really fluffy cream hair which appealed to Dae so much.

Death would've been angry. Parker stumbled back a few more steps and his lips pulled into a thin line. "Piss off," Raven yelled over to him. "Who put a penny into you, hello kitty?" he called cruelly and this time it was my turn to be pulled back. My skin burned with the anger that had festered dangerously inside me since meeting Deshawn. My nails dug into the palm of my hand and I gritted my teeth. The drizzle of rain fell onto my skin but not even that diminished the anger. Not even when Taron murmured calming words in my ear or when Deshawn put a hand on my shoulder did I calm down. I couldn't. The beast had been released from the cage and even if all my anger wasn't targeted at Parker, I

AURORA’S POV. I felt my body vibrating from the anger that had built inside me. I was pissed and angry that he would call me names. That he would jump to conclusions this way. I could take everything but not be called names like this. “I’m not a slut, and he is gay!” I yelled in a loud voice. Anger surged through me. I felt my body vibrating so hard. My blood was boiling. My hair was standing. I felt my claws threatening to come out. The hairs on my body were getting much. I felt pains all over my body. It happened so fast that I didn’t even know it could. My anger had triggered that much in me. Jax’s jaws dropped. He closed the gap between us. His face inches away from mine. “Not only are y

Joana clenched her fist in anger, as she swallowed hard, Pamela was crossing the line, even I dared not talk to her like that. “Pamela,” I frowned. “Fuck, what do the servants eat these days that have given them so much audacity,” Pamela eyed. “That's enough, Pamela,” I snapped hitting my fists on the table. Pamela stood up her eyes glowing as she transformed into her half-form of a werewolf, her eyes grew longer and had pointy tips, her body became hairier, her long fangs gritting loudly as she smoldered at me with resentment. “Pamela, you would sit down this instance,” I shouted.