Bungo Stray Dogs Anime Character นิยาย & เรื่องราว

BMOM ➭ SPECIAL CHAPTER 07 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ʚDAX YAGO WALKERɞ “And when you're with me, it's like a dog walking, but it's a date. When Son Goku is mad, you look just like him, babe. But you’re a star when looking up at the sky. Even if you seem to be in between a woman and a gorilla.”

“I literally sent you pictures of us. Did you not check?” “Wait, really?” My voice lit up. “Aww, that’s so sweet.” “The tiny thing won’t let me breathe,” he groaned dramatically. “I’m more of a cat guy, you know that. But this stray dog basically chose me. Like… it saw me and was like ‘yup, you’re my emotional support human.’ And now here we are.” I burst out laughing. “That’s amazing. I’ll check the photos now.” “Good,” he said in his usual playful tone. “Don’t act like you’re not obsessed when you see him. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t ditch me again, ghost girl.”

She gives me a look that says, Don't you dare call me a pet. "She’s a stray," I lie. I try to sound casual. "She showed up a while back. I think she ran away from a breeder or something. Huskies are known for being runners." Sombra thumps her tail once. It sounds like a threat. Liddy isn't buying it. She walks closer, inspecting Sombra like a piece of furniture with a stain on it. "A stray?" Liddy purses her lips. "That explains why she has no manners. She’s staring at me like she wants to bite me."

Stella asked suspiciously. "There are Dark Shadow's men safeguarding him. However, the man who captured the Young Master dressed up just like Kakashi Hatake. He moved so swiftly that even the three Dark Shadow's men couldn't defeat him." "Kakashi Hatake? Who's that?" Stella's mind was rapidly searching for information on this person, yet she couldn't seem to recall a thing about this guy. "It's a character from the anime, Naruto, whose eyes and face are covered, and he has a strap tied on the forehead. His face is impossible to be recognized even if a picture of him was taken," Anthony explained.

, the handsome stranger spoke stiffling his laugh. I like his laugh. "AMELIA HUDSON", my blue doggy came to my side and glared at me. How my doggy is so tall?? May be a hybrid? "WHAT HYBRID?? DRAKE BETTER TAKE HER HOME BEFORE I KILL HER", my blue doggy ordered the handsome stranger. "Weu..doggy ... don't order ..around..my prinwnce..", I glared at my doggy. "DRAKE", the blue doggy shouted again.

The chat was baffled. [What is she doing? Casting a spell?] [She must be losing her mind. A single woman cannot survive this.] [Call me crazy, but… is she calling a dog?] [My grandpa used to call the stray dogs in our neighbourhood exactly like that.] After a few more “tsk-tsk-tsk” calls, footsteps sounded at the end of the hall. The pet appeared. His hair was wild, his skin reeked of blood, and the thin hospital gown strained against his chest muscles like they were two mountains fighting for territory.

“If you follow us home, I’m sure you can have some food.” Hana’s eyes glaze over for a bit and then she snaps out of it. She turns to Asha. “Beta Wendy says we can bring the stray.” The stray? What stray? I look around for strays. “Come on, we’re allowed to bring you.” Hana reaches for my hands. Realisation dawns on me. “Oh,” I say. “I’m the stray?” They press their lips together, and I frown, offended. But they weren’t wrong. It’s better to be labeled a stray than a rogue.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

The dog perked up and padded over, wagging its tail, tongue flopping out the side of its mouth like a dopey cartoon character. "Always wondered if this guy was a stray," I murmured. "It's a neighborhood stray," Victor said. The mutt walked right past me and went straight to him, head bumping into Victor's leg like he was home. "Guess it recognizes a neighborhood kid," I said. But Victor looked stiff, like he was trying to suppress a gag. There it was—disgust. Raw, barely concealed, etched in the corners of his mouth like he was debating whether or not to punt the thing into the sky.

He whispered into the night, a ghost of a breath escaping his lips as a thick puff of smoke. Something started to shuffle underneath a frosted log and warmth began to spread through his face. Out came a scrawny, shivering stray dog with one clouded eye. It was a pathetic creature, the kind his father would have had drowned for its lack of purpose. Dimitri named him Stray, ironically. He was the only one in the manor that didn’t look at him with eyes he couldn’t read. He watched Stray gobble up the bread he had stolen from the kitchen with a desperate, frantic hunger.