Bakugo Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

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.

However, his blue eyes were locked on me, entirely too aware of every nervous breath I took. The air between us turned heavy and magnetic, as I couldn’t say no to turn down his offer, melting under his heat. My gaze dropped to his lips without permission, like a part of me was seriously considering devouring him right now. I was about to lose my mind completely when a loud bark made me jump. A short, three-legged pug hobbled into the kitchen like a furry cannonball, snorting, yapping, and clearly on the mission to defend his kingdom. I gasped, nearly toppling off the stool.

A man like him in my opinion shouldn’t be having pets, because they are so arrogant and self-centered, their pets won’t be able to seek attention from them. Before I can realize, I am now smiling so brightly, gazing so lovingly into the cat’s big blue eyes. “Hey… Hello, cutie.” I can’t help but talk to it, “What’s your name?” I asked, although I know it won’t answer me. “Her name is Marie.” but its owner would, “She’s a Turkish Angora.” “Oh, hi, Marie, the white Turkish Angora.” I greeted, touching the little pink ribbon on her head.

He was a bitch to train, being almost as stubborn as me, but once we had an understanding we became an inseparable duo. “Cute--- dog?” Buck muttered, suspiciously eyeing me and the dog, as if he suspected it to be radioactive or some kind of alien. “This is Max,” I introduced him cheerfully, scratching him behind his ear, while he let his tongue hang out and started wagging his tail, making a banging noise every time he hit the already bent metal of the bike. “He’s a Tibetan Mastiff, but I trim his fur, so he doesn’t overheat.” The big bicker didn’t reply but instead stepped forward. And to my surprise, he actually reached out his hand to pet him! Most people ran away screaming when they met

Angela's POV "Mama! look at that puppy! it's so cute!" Mary cooed as she came running towards a bench where a pomeranian dog was sitting while roaming around as if trying to find someone, maybe its owner. "Mary, be careful!" I held Hercules' hand and we followed his sister. "Wow, he is so cute, mama!" It was a black Pomeranian dog that was so tiny like a teddy bear. He didn't complain when Mary started petting him. "I wonder where his owner is," I mumbled as I looked around.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

Slowly, he leaned downwards, his eyes closing in on mine, his Adams apple moved as he swallowed, his chain dangling, his scent rushing in and filling my nostrils making butterflies explode in my stomach. He peeled his gaze from mine and turned to the dogs, his hands sliding through it's fur. A smile forming on his lips. Whilst I was unable to breathe! “ I now know why you enjoy this so much, should we buy one?” He suggested and a cough made it's way up my throat as I turned to the dog. It was a Pomeranian Fluffy, small and cute. “ Sure let's buy it.” I agreed and he drew back, tucking his hands into his pockets as he called for a worker.

Mira gushed, sparing a second to make sure Joey was nowhere within hearing distance. I leaned in to her as well. “Yea.” “What does he look like?” She challenged me. Ookay, weirdo alert. “He has black fur, small white patches on his face and tail. His left paw is burnt.” I recited as I held her eye. “You got the gift! That’s so cool.” What the heck was she rambling on about now? Was everyone in this place wacko? “Why is that weird dude acting like he can’t?” I asked the safest of alll questions I could think to ask without offending her.

I shouted with pure excitement. He hugged my waist and smiled. Our life is so happy, it may have so battles with us but it doesn't change, our love never changes. "Yeah, let’s go early," he said and pinched my nose. I couldn’t have children because I’m infertile. It’s sad, but Kyle said everything is fine. We adopted a puppy instead. I guess, it's only my hope for that. His name is Kuma, a brown Pomeranian. We finished work and prepared to go to my parents’ house. When we arrived, it smelled like London, just kidding!

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.