Bakugo Angry Pomeranian Novels & Stories

I say hello as I make my way to the back, where the latest intake was placed. He is growling, his hackles raised as he bares his teeth at me and I ignore him. This big ball of fur is Brutus. He is a big baby. Brutus is an XL American Bully. He is all power and muscle. He is fawn with a white patch on his chest.

I closed my eyes tightly and waited for Archer to get back. "Close your eyes.." Archer said from a far "I am babe" "Now turn around and open your eyes" He said and I turned my body first before opening my eyes.. What? No way! "His name is Apollo North!" Archer said and it's a Alaskan Malamute puppy. I squealed and ran to it. I can't help but hug it tightly. He's so cute with the grey pattern on his body and eyes "Do you like it?" "I LOVE IT.. and wait.. Why Apollo North? I mean Apollo is fine but why the North?" I asked and he chuckled

He sighs placing his lips on my forehead before pulling away and smoothing the crease off my forehead with his thumb. "You are beautiful Dera. Words nor numbers can even measure how exceptionally you are and you should never compare yourself to any other Woman because they cannot be you even if they tried." His words have my inside mush and I find myself grinning. "So am I forgiven?" He asked snaking his arms around my waist. "Not just yet. I have something to ask." I tell him and he remains quiet so I continue. "Do this and you're forgiven." I pause. "Damola wants a puppy for a pet. It's a Lhasa breed so it's basically going to remain small-

she scream. "Sorry, come in" I give way for her to come in. She enters, looking at the place like she usually does. Ashley Benetton, she's the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen before. Her father is a business partner to mine. My parents doesn't like her but who cares. I haven't seen fluffy since. As if sensing his name, he came running towards me. Fluffy is my Pomeranian puppy. Oh, he also hates Ashley because immediately he spotted her, he started to whimper in anger. "Noah, please get your annoying puppy away from me" she whined.

Then again, this is not the first time they have seen him shift. “It’s ok he won’t hurt you,” I tell the pup. He ran behind my legs when Dominick shifted. He peeks out from behind my legs when Dominick lets out a small yip. I have to admit Dominick is quite intimidating. He is black, but his fur is tipped grey. Dimitri’s wolf was solid grey with black-tipped fur. The pup walks up to him and sniffs him. Dominick licks his ear and the pup starts to play with him.

the voice says, gratitude and relief evident in every syllable. We turn to find a young woman with short black hair and glasses approaching us. Her appearance is casual yet stylish, beach shorts and a blue tank top giving her an air of relaxed charm. The Pekingese dog in William's arms seems to recognize her, wagging its tail excitedly, before leaping out and circling around her leg. "I'm so sorry about that," she says, her foreign accent lending a unique cadence to her words. "My dog, Mochi, tends to run off without warning. Thank you for saving him."

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Stay up here, all right?” Akio obeys, his stomach all in knots. He tries not to think about whatever Nikolai’s gone off to do by rolling onto his stomach and watching Annie. The pomeranian, seemingly satisfied with itself for successfully fulfilling its duties as Akio’s watchdog, cozies up on his bed on the floor and falls into a deep sleep almost immediately.

Voice came again and this time it made me jump, I quickly looked down and when my eyes landed on the black and white fluffy ball, my eyes literally bulged out of their sockets. Bloody hell! I quickly looked at Eira and saw her smiling at it, I moved my eyes to Geralt and saw him doing the same. What the hell is happening here? Is this tiny Pomsky talking? Or Am I just imagining everything? I stared at him in confusion, He has tiny legs, black and white fur. He was adorable with his ocean blue eyes and tiny ears.

I recruited a biological weapon of mass distraction. He was a Tibetan Mastiff puppy, a fluffy, oversized cloud of charcoal-colored fur named Bane. At ten weeks old, he already weighed thirty pounds and had the territorial instincts of a warlord. My plan was simple: win over Leo and Luna, and provide a distraction so loud and chaotic that no one would notice my beard peeling. I led Bane through the service entrance, the puppy’s giant paws thumping against the marble like muffled drums. "Luna! Leo!" I chirped, the Jean-Pierre accent back in full, grating force. "I have brought a small... eh... souvenir from ze mountains!"

Erica "Hi there. You looking for something specific?" A short girl with a bobbed haircut bounced up beside me, a huge smile on her face. I pointed to the puppies in the glass case in front of me. "Can I see the little brown one?" "You bet. He's a mix between a Schnauzer and a Yorkshire Terrier. Super playful and loves to chew on things." She laughed and left me standing there as she went behind a closed door.