Literary Stray Dogs Mga Nobela at Kwento

- Taming Faye ( English & Taglish version) - Starved Passion ( English & Taglish version) - Her First Mistake - Sweet Bastard - Fire& Gasoline: When Spanks Flies Faster Than Sparks - Indebted To The Billionaire Alpha - Mated To The Kinky and Dominating Alpha I hope you read and enjoy. Thank you💜💜

he commanded, Melissa gave a slight nod, I stared at his back, his retreating figure walking out the door. With him went my last shred of hope, I no longer had a place in the pack. My parents refused to let me return. If I stayed this way, it was only a matter of time before I went feral. That was what had happened to the ones who took Lason from me. Without a pack, they had become mindless killers, driven only by the need to destroy. The thought twisted my gut. I was no different from them, cast out and left to survive on my own. No family. No future.

It was a strange scene, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider in a place that was supposed to be my new home. A bunch of dogs went to town on turkey bodies, chicken legs, and even whole corn cobs, their greasy paws and slobber making a mess of everything. They were plastered to the wall, drooling as they gorged, a grim reminder of what could happen if you crossed Xandriel—even me.

Marcy let out a loud, disappointed sigh over the line, the sound of her breath rushing through the phone speaker. “The human stray?” Marcy asked, sounding completely bored again. “Come on, Twyla, nobody wants to read about a human maid, she is boring, she left the pack territory last week anyway, my readers want elite drama, they want Alpha heats, broken matings, and rogue fights, a broken human girl is old news.” I gripped the sides of my phone so tightly that the cheap plastic casing began to groan under my fingers.

His thumb stroked the soft skin just behind her ear, a gesture so unexpectedly tender it made her breath hitch. "You're a fool, Maya Lin," Fenris murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, possessive register that sent heat straight through her veins. "You should have run the moment you realized what I was." "I tried running," Maya whispered, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze. They were inches apart, his cedar-and-ash scent completely wrapping around her, suffocating and intoxicating all at once. "You kept finding me." "And I will keep finding you," Fenris said, his storm-gray eyes darkening as his gaze dropped to her lips. "No matter where you hide, no matter what pack tries t

“Fiona, are you sleeping in there? Why aren’t you coming out? Everyone’s waiting for you. We’re making a toast.” Their tone made it clear that they would not give up until I came out of the stall. “They’re my roommates, and they’re not going to give up. I have to leave this stall. Ray, please let me go.” I had no choice but to beg him. Raymond frowned. Apparently, he was not happy with this. My roommates were about to reach our stall. He eventually let go of me. “Wait. Don’t think you can get away with this. I’ll come after you again.”

I muttered as breath fogged around me. Brandon wanted my blood. Amanda wanted him. And I was left with nothing. My ruby ring from Mom flickered. Everything was a cruel joke. Tears burned, streaking down my face. A soft whimper cut through the silence. Charlie, my tri-colored stray, padded out of the shadows, his black-white-brown fur mussed. Alarica, the fuzzy gray German shepherd, trailed behind him, her sharp eyes scanning the dark. “You two,” I rasped, my throat raw and thick from crying. “Why do you even stick around a loser like me?”

If they closed their eyes, if they listened right, they could almost pretend the city was still breathing—just three wolves and their ghosts, nested together in the embers. The rest of the week they wandered the old territory, but each street had lost its teeth. The Ironclads were gone, their rusted insignia spray-bombed over by whoever survived. Of black-coats there was no trace; even the wind had stopped carrying their scent. On the third day they found a cluster of strange, wary dogs, and Damon wanted to approach, but Donovan pulled him back by the collar, as though the rules of engagement still held. Elena studied the ferals as they nosed the curb scraps—a new order, a start-over, and no

I needed to find a way, any way, before the plague took what I had no right to claim and had wanted with my whole life anyway. But the pack was going crazy. The smaller packs were being eradicated, wiped out one bloodline at a time, their territories left silent. And there were the rumors. Talk drifting up from the southern borders of a man, a stranger, half a prophet and half a madman, standing on the edges of ruined villages and calling out to the survivors. Join me, or suffer. That was what they said he told them. Join me, or rot like the rest. I knew it could be Tyson. But it also couldn’t be. He was dead. He had to be dead.

It reminded her of the lookout, where she and Lasci howled while people stared at them. “Lascivious Mulubdos Stray 96 -? Oh, so they aren’t family dogs! Huh, I guess they just really like them,” she said, staring up at the larger than life wolf statue. “They aren’t dogs, love, their wolves.” Someone had whispered, making Purity jump, but when she turned around, no one was there. “Hello?” No one responded, but she swore someone was just there. “Where are you? Hello?” she called out, asking for a response.