Literary Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

, 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.

“But I know what they did to you. I saw the files.” Evelyn frowned. “Who are you?” “Someone who used to work for them. Not anymore.” Behind Rhea, others appeared — silent, watchful. Not soldiers. Survivors. Real people who’d been burned by the same program. “We call ourselves the Strays,” Rhea said. “You’re not the only one who wants payback.” That night, Logan sat alone outside the cabin, smoking. He held the metal tag in his hand. Mason stepped out beside him. “You think she’s dead?”

Her text read, "Hey girl. Sorry I've been ghosting you… Vance and I have been a little busy. He's magnificent by the way (I'll have to tell you all the deets). Would you want to come catch up? The stray compound has an amazing indoor pool with a fantastic view. You should come see it!" Lucy was thrilled she could see her friend again. She texted back right away and started to clean up the table after finishing her coffee. She was looking forward to talking with Sara. Perhaps Sara could give her advice on the topic of mates. ***** Later that morning, Lucy pulled up to the stray compound realizing this was her first time visiting Gabriel's home. From what she understood, the strays who had bee

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.

“It is the mark that marks him a stray wolf. That is a tradition Leon’s father set on the pack that every stray be marked with a gold stripe along the lines of their back. Just like omegas are singled out from the rest of the pack members.” Strays are just a little different from rogues with the fact that they are not seen to be as dangerous as rogues. So, what makes a stray a stray? That, allegedly, is where the gold stripes idea came from. In this pack, stray wolves, usually helpless and weak, were kept for fun during festivals and tournaments, and at the end of the day when there was no longer any use for them, they killed them off so I am guessing this wolf will soon be killed whether he

Five years ago, I took the blame for every crime my family had committed and was thrown out of Black City like a stray dog. Five years later, I returned as the Donna—the head of Raven, one of the world's most powerful mafia organizations. Only to find that my family had been framed and destroyed, and our stronghold burned to the ground. In an abandoned slaughterhouse, blood ran across the floor. Isabella, the arrogant heiress of the newly powerful Leoni family, was grinding her red-soled heel into my cousin Marco Franco's face. "You Franco piece of trash. Kneel and beg me, be my dog, and I'll toss you a scrap of food." Blood ran from Marco's nose and mouth, but he clutched the Zippo lighter—

Not wanting to relish the memory. “Can we find some Stray here?” Amilia nod. She wanted to test her theory again. Stray would follow on the Shades movement. Anywhere the Shade can get a soul there was always a Stray following its movement. If Amilia and Lizzie were lucky enough they will encounter some Stray here at the library. Half an hour passed but they have not seen even smoke from Stray. No one enters the library either. “Amilia.” Lizzie was now leaning at the wall beside her. Her head was falling and her eyes were slowly dropping. She was fighting with all her will not to fall asleep.

“I was just making a guess. Marriage, huh? So where did she come from?” “We don’t know, Your Majesty,” Gareth admitted. “Emmett said she was a stray. Back then, she had scars all over her body and she appeared to have been through an ordeal…” His voice trailed off and his lower lip trembled. Stray. Stray was just a mild word for rogue. Gareth was right to look terrified. Accepting werewolves into a Pack without a clear background was a serious offense. If they’d admitted a stray all those years ago, it was clear this remote Pack was just as careless as I’d initially assumed.

I also had no concerns about making Misty my Luna Wether she was were wolf or human, her and her pups would never have to feel unsafe again. Misty and I had texted throughout the week, I'd learned a lot about her, I was right she had pups at least a couple of girls, she'd let that slip telling me how she'd been washing their clothes by hand as she'd only recently moved to the area and hadn't got round to buying a washer, I had a sneaking suspicion it was more a financial issue but little miss independence would never admit that. Thursday night finally arrived and I decided to call her. "Well, hello there" she answered with a voice so bright you could hear her smile.

Obviously, the food was too little to satisfy them, and the stray dogs and cats stood there, grinding their teeth and staring straight at the bag in her hand with a cold light in their eyes. Seeing that it was almost the very time, Heloise held a pile of food in her hand and threw it over to the mouth of the alley, "Go ahead!" The food all hit the bodyguards who were pursuing her. The group of stray cats and dogs all brightened up their eyes when they saw this, rushing over there regardless, some even pounced over for the slight bite of food, directly jumping on people and tearing them apart. "Where did the wild dogs come from?" "Ah ah ah - they bit me!"