Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

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.

My anger built up until he was less than a meter away from me—and then I exploded. I transformed directly into a white wolf, biting into his shoulder and not letting go, no matter how loud he screamed or how much pain he felt. I didn't care. I was too angry. I unleashed all my fury on him, despite my limbs being restrained. Even though my hands and feet were still bound, it didn't stop the power of my wolf teeth. I was sure that if I exerted more force, I could break his hand.

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.

I stood my ground, my own fur bristling with defiance. I could feel the anger boiling inside me, and I let out a fierce howl of frustration. "Aaaaaargh! Aaaaaargh!" I roared, my voice echoing through the clearing, challenging him to a confrontation. The ginger-haired werewolf cursed under his breath, clearly annoyed by my defiance. "Damn!" he snarled. "So, this bitch really wants to spoil my little party. Hey, Manchu, go deal with her." He pointed to the youngest member of their pack.

When is he going to get the point across that I’m not interested! 'Change,' he said, sitting on his hind legs. 'I don't take orders from anyone,' I snapped at him, turning to leap off, but his angry growl stopped me. 'Change, so we can talk,' he snapped back at me, skin pulled back taunt over his muzzle, exposing his sharp fangs. His wolf was a dark red in color that looked brown in the moon light but it was magnificent in size for an Asian desert wolf. I didn't answer to his demand, just turned and leapt off, leaving him gawking after me. It was so ridiculous to watch a huge red wolf, with eyes wide and moth gaping while sitting in the snow that it almost made me laugh, almost.

I shivered. "Don't be angry. Calm down, babe..." Fvck this disgusting dog! Does he really think I'll calm down?! And he didn't even try to deny! Extremely disgusting!

“I’m so sorry.” “You’re not!” Parker accuses, “If you were you wouldn’ have done this!” The pups are quickly devolving into a full-on, four-way tantrum. They’re all crying, their red little faces scrunched up with expressions of anger and betrayal. I know we’re a heartbeat away from them throwing themselves on the floor, screaming and beating their fists against the ground. I also know there’s no way of stopping it at this point. “I hate you!” They scream. Not one or two of them, but all four.

"If anything, calling Barrow angry is an exaggeration because he never hurts me. He becomes extremely angry at me when he feels I'm not looking out for myself or his baby." Lanaya looked at her with a confused expression. After hearing a low growl, they looked toward a nearby rose bush. The youngster sat glumly, growling at the petals as they fell to the floor. The puppy barked crazily as it jumped at the sound of the bush moving. The puppy chased after a lizard that had scurried out of the bushes and up a wall. Once the lizard had climbed to a suitable height, it halted, and the puppy sat down and gazed at it, its tail wagging furiously. Incredulous, Sasha giggled at the puppy. In other wor

With this, she faced him and with an angry expression, she spat the words that’re evolving in her head. “Will you please shut up and let me speak?! You’re ruining my mood to talk. Cut me off again and I will just zip my mouth and let you speak until your throat gets dry!” Her breath was hard as she was controlling herself to limit the heat in her head. She was totally angry right now. It took her thirty seconds to calm herself down and stared at the man whom now looks like an innocent handsome dog sitting on his chair. His eyes were soft like a kid who was being punished by his mom. A kid with a huge built of course. His black long sleeves and pants added to his attractiveness.

I laughed at my long speech. Mr. Baltemore looks more pissed while I'm talking and it added more when I laughed. “Goddamit. Did you pay me already woman?” he asked like he lose his patience on me. Out of my senses, I giggled. “Yes! Of course, I don't want money from him so I immediately put it in your bank account.” I watched his face change it's emotion. His biceps moved as his gripped to his glass tightened. The amusement on him washed out and change his reaction to an irritated scowl. Ow, the beast gets irritated too, I smirked.