Lo Anjing Novels & Stories

I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee. It was as if I had shot him, his eyes peeled open staring at me. His voice showed his annoyance. Maybe to others it was out of his drowsiness, but I knew better. It was my touch. "What?" "They are serving us lunch while we refuel. What would you like?" Triston readjusted in his seat, "What do you have?" He asked the attendent, who repeated the menu to him. He thought for a moment, "I will have the bolognese." Triston rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The attendent left them,

I glanced up at him, cleared my throat and my focus came back to my book. But then, as if sensing I wasn’t completely engrossed, Leo trotted over and licked my elbow. I couldn’t help but smile at the small distraction, but Aiden didn’t seem to share the sentiment. His voice came out in a sharp, almost annoyed tone as he muttered something in Italian. I didn’t catch the meaning, so I quickly reached for my phone, opening the translation app. When I saw the words appear on the screen, my heart sank: “I need to get rid of this fucking dog.”

She said will all the anger mixed with her tears and fear. "Jangli Janwar ho ap. Haiwan!" (You are an animal! Monster!)

“You’re not that difficult to read. I know everything I need to know.” “Okay—but if I’m a puppy, then what does that make you?” He shrugged. “Lycan. Obviously.” I pressed my lips together, trying hard not to laugh. The fact that he said these things with a straight face just made everything even funnier. “You are what you are—and you can’t change that.” “And that is?” “An obedient little puppy.” I clenched my fists beside me. “I’m not some obedient little—” “But you are,” Kylan cut me off. “You’re walking right next to me, aren’t you? Didn’t even notice where we’re going.”

"See? I told you. You had to open your mouth and ruin my day." Owen, unfazed by my sarcasm, held up his dog, G****e, who looked adorably confused. "But look," Owen said, his voice dripping with mock innocence as he made G****e sit up on his hind legs. "How can you say no to this face?"

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

Ding Hao frowned, looked at Lin Tianyu, and asked, "Where did the mad dog come from? Why is its mouth so smelly?" "Mad Dog?" Lin Tianyu was overjoyed. He felt that he had found something in common with Ding Hao at once. He immediately echoed Ding Hao and said, "Haha, the Black Killer in Green Province specializes in producing mad dogs who bite people. They are poisonous and smelly. This dog is called Pan Yixin. I guess the meaning is that it wants to be a mad dog wholeheartedly for the rest of its life."

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, each pulse feeling like a distant drum signaling an uninvited storm. Beside her, Luna, her loyal canine companion, stirred from her dreams, sensing something amiss. The moment Aria’s distress became evident, instinct took over; Luna leapt to her feet, her soft, warm tongue brushing against Aria’s cheek in a gentle, soothing caress. Luna’s whines were laced with concern, a symphony of affection as she nudged her owner, desperate to rouse her from whatever dark cloud enveloped her.