Essex Dogs の小説・ストーリー

Iris questioned, placing her hand on her hips. Rose watched as the servants bowed their heads upon seeing Iris while staring at her in confusion. “Essex is not quite different from Agios. Although I would say the only difference locates in how there is no werewolves there,” said Rose, receiving a hum from Iris. “Essex has always been the most closed kingdom who refuses to accept other kingdom’s help. Even to trade with them is very rare,” explained Iris. “I thought Essex would feel like a cage.” “Not at all, I never felt that,” answered Rose. She now wondered why the King of Essex closed themselves from other kingdom? While Essex might be a rich kingdom, forming a good bond with other kingdo

Max closed the door as it started to rain again—and Alex stood transfiXed. ‘A dog?’ she said incredulously then, and sat down unexpectedly. Max nodded and looked at her dryly. ‘What did you expect?’ ‘I—I don’t know,’ she stammered, ‘but not this.’ The little dog looked around, eyed Max rather suspiciously, then spied Alex and trotted towards her. ‘She’s a Bichon Frise. They used to be favourites of French Royalty, trust Olivia,’ he said wryly. ‘But they’re a gentle, cheerful, non-hair- shedding breed. She’s about nine months old and well trained.’

’ The little dog looked around, eyed Murad rather suspiciously, then spied Irene and trotted towards her. ‘She’s a Bichon Frise. They used to be favourites of French Royalty, trust Olivia,’ he said wryly. ‘But they’re a gentle, cheerful, non-hair-shedding breed. She’s about nine months old and well trained.’ Josie sat down in front of Irene and looked up at her out of beautiful melting brown eyes—eyes that would melt a heart of stone. ‘But—but how come?’ Irene had difficulty with her voice as she raised her eyes to his. ‘I don’t understand.’

Rufus, the biggest and oldest of Mother’s dogs, jumps up at the back door, startling Elizabeth a bit. Morgan gets up to let him in. I’d already moved out and was overseas when she got him, but he’s the family dog to the rest of the family. Without thinking, Morgan opens the glass doors and all four dogs come barreling in. Most are friendly, but Rufus can be finicky with new people. He’s a German Shepherd mixed with a Malamute and is big and intimidating. Elizabeth tenses, bringing her wine glass to her lips and taking a big sip. I slip off the stool and take a hold of his collar as he sniffs her.

I want to name the dog after the family, Alexander had said, because the family is the thing I came from and the thing I am building and the dog is the thing that will remind me of both. The dog had been a rescue—a mixed-breed of indeterminate origin, medium-sized, brown in the way that many dogs are brown, with ears that do not agree on what they are doing and a tail that wags with the full commitment of a metronome set to allegro. The rescue organization had called her Daisy. Alexander had said no. Elijah had said what about Reed. Alexander had looked at him for a long moment. Alexander had said yes.

It was a pleasant morning; Leonard is outside the mansion with Maximus. Leonard is playing with the dog, throwing a stick as far as he could and Maximus will fetch it and bring it back to him. He was just enjoying it when the dog jumped over him suddenly to fetch the stick he had just thrown and caught it midair. Leonard was shocked and covered his head, he thought that Maximus has gone mad and tried to attack him. Maximus is a large dog, a crossbreed of a Mastiff and a Pitbull, and yes, it is so startling to look at this enormous and ferocious-looking dog, but it is well-trained and will not attack familiar people, well at least as long as it recognizes you.

I ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”

Emily scooped up the wagging pup and shoved it toward Godric, who barely had time to grasp the puppy before she embraced Cedric. Godric glowered as she placed a light, excited kiss on Cedric's face. The poor rake was blushing deeply by the time she released him and reclaimed her gift from Godric. The puppy's pink tongue lapped her chin as she held it up to her face. Never in all of Godric's life had he been jealous of a dog. Cedric ruffled his hand through the puppy's fur. "She's an English foxhound. She'll need a lot of daily exercise, but she'll be the best hunter and the most loyal companion you'll ever have."

she smirked at me who still stood in wolf form. I rushed and tackled her lovingly. The look of horror on her face melted away when my wolf licked her face and wallowed on her side like a pup, "I missed you too," she said wiping away a single tear from her eye. "I can't believe you're here," Essex said pulling his sister into his embrace. "I can't be here long. I must get your scent off of me. I'm on a scouting mission to find lost prisoners. I need to bring something back," Alexis said starting to panic.

They missed each other. "Miss... Miss..." I turned towards the salesman. "Sorry, were you saying something?" The man smiled after looking outside the shop. "Here, you might like them. They are the cutest of all the breeds we have." The man showed me their dogs inside the shop. They have many dogs inside. "That dog was a Maltese. Despite being small (7.9 to almost 10 inches), it has a long and cute life. It has a long, white, silky coat that suits women."