Dumb Husky And White Cat Shizun Novels & Stories

I spent the next few seconds preparing myself mentally, but no amount of time could have prepared me for what I saw. I heard the growl again and saw it come out slowly with golden eyes and dark brown fur. It continued to growl as it prepared to attack. It was a bloody wolf, the type you only saw from a distance or on television, but here I was standing less than twelve feet from it. I slowly began to retreat as it came closer. Damn it, is this how it all ends? How the hell am I going to fight against a wolf? I tried to think of ways to escape but to no avail. The only way would have been to climb one of the trees but I couldn't turn my back on this beast.

Eventually, I got used to the grind. Right when I started feeling proud of myself, Missy got pregnant. She gave birth to a snow-white little fluffball. Yeah. A full-on chaos gremlin had entered the world. *** I'd never seen a cat that white. Though named him snowy. Snow would look dirty next to him. Snowy opened his eyes on day one. Walked on day two. Day three? He opened the door himself, ripped open the milk delivery box, and drained every carton in the building.

A breeze blew through the open windows on either side of the doors ruffling the cream-colored curtains. The woodsy theme with plush wolves was slowly being invaded by plush sabretooth tigers. Wyatt could only laugh at the one that was lying on the floor by the crib. His wife’s hellhound and best friend had a love/hate relationship. Although Celeste assured him that they loved each other, hating each other was a lot more fun. “She calls to you tonight, doesn’t she?” Wyatt asked, placing a hand on the shepherd’s head. It is a hound’s duty to answer her call!

Truly jinxed. Doom — because of course that’s his name — attempts a food heist. She breaks off a piece of meat and feeds the little criminal, who accepts it with zero shame. I still can’t decide if he’s the cutest or ugliest kitten I’ve ever seen. He looks like the kind of cat that would sit on a witch’s broomstick, judging villagers. She switches on the TV. Pretty Woman. Not exactly my genre, but honestly? I’d watch static if it meant she stayed curled up next to me.

For them, I could pretend to be just a useless, weak Omega. Nobody knew my real truth. They just saw a poor girl in oversized clothes. They didn't know that underneath the dirt and the drab dye I used to stain my hair, I was the last surviving White Wolf. “Hide it, Aisha,” my mother’s dying words always echoed in my mind. “If the Luna ever sees your white fur, she will kill you out of jealousy. Stay small. Stay hidden.” So, I stayed small. Even when Luna Mabel treated me like dirt under her expensive shoes.

I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?" "Yeah," Lenny replied immediately. "Our cat is a little princess. Just imagine how jealous the other cats would be if they rode back in a Maybach." I stared at this message, still reeling in disbelief. Even I, the owner, had never ridden in a Maybach. Yet, Lenny expected me to spend seven thousand dollars so my cat could ride in one? Seeing that I didn't reply, Lenny immediately sent a voice message. "Why aren't you replying? I'm doing you a favor here."

As though making up her mind, she suddenly hurled the cat to the ground and turned to run. Without a second of hesitation, Ian shut the car door. "Drive." The Porsche roared to life and sped after her. I was left standing there, choking on exhaust, and feeling utterly humiliated. Supporting my aching back, I stood up slowly. I felt both annoyed and faintly amused. What a mess. With a sigh, I walked over and picked up the trembling white cat. Two of its legs were injured from the fall. Its mouth was cut, and thin streaks of blood were seeping out. That explained why it couldn't run even if it was terrified.

Ray spun around for a fleeting glance. The beast—roughly the size of a lion, covered in thick fur, mostly black with patches of white—was staring at him. And… it was a Husky. A husky? That big? Lion-sized, probably as massive as a male lion! Remarkably, the husky didn't charge into the spatial portal. It seemed aware of its presence, sensing it somehow. It skidded to a halt, then cautiously backed up a few steps. Its low growl rumbled as it bared its teeth, yet every step was a careful retreat.

Even people entering the house didn't notice it. Ronald deliberately wanted to exercise Benedict's patience and care, and did not rush to urge him, quietly waiting for him to discover the flaws in the chess game. Harry and Stacy consciously stepped lightly without disturbing them. Instead, they walked in from the door along the wall. In the corner against the window inside, Cassandra squatted there, with a large large lying on the ground. The Samoyed dog, it has white fur, without a single hair, like a snowball, it is white.

Ciara’s POV (Short Chapter) We reached the tree line behind my house, our wolves looking like drowned, soggy balls of fur. The rainy weather continued its summer afternoon assault from the blackened skies. Our wolves shake the water out of their fur. I know both our wolves have enjoyed playing with each other, but I feel all mentally pruney.