Stray Dog Artinya

Dahulu kala, ada seorang manusia yang meminta kepada Tuhan untuk menjadi kucing karena ia mencintai seorang kucing. Terkabul lah doa nya, ras mereka pun selalu berlanjut. Keturunan mereka bisa mencintai kucing maupun manusia, namun mereka harus segera menentukan ingin menjadi kucing atau manusia di umur ke 20 tahun. Erta, satu-satunya anak laki-laki dari ras tersebut yang masih berwujud kucing, ingin memutuskan untuk menjadi kucing sampai selanjutnya. Namun, saudara-saudara nya yang telah menjadi manusia malah mengirimkannya ke rumah seorang perempuan remaja. Akankah Erta tetap ingin menjadi kucing?

My husband drives me out so I can meet my best friend for an afternoon tea session. That's when I discover a used condom and a stray earring wedged between the door and the front passenger seat. I'm distraught as I head to the restaurant. My best friend hugs me warmly, but the lone earring she wears pierces my heart. I don't expose them for their betrayal. Instead, I fall into bed with my husband's best friend that very night. Later, James Fullman roars and asks why I've done this to him. I smile faintly and lean into the embrace of the man beside me. "You're not the only one who can get hot and heavy in the front passenger seat, you know."

Lucy Carrigan has run away from her hometown to live a secluded life in Sedona, Arizona. Unbeknownst to her, Gabriel Herman, the banished stray Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, has discovered she is his beloved mate. An undeniable connection brings the two broken mates together, and Gabriel must find a way to tell Lucy what he is. Will she be able to heal from her previous trauma and begin a romantic relationship with Gabriel? Would a human and a hybrid wolf shifter being mates be as taboo as his uncle, current Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, wants everyone to believe? Will they learn how to work together to weather the storms cast their way? *** "Gabriel," she whispered. "Yeah?" he asked, spinning his head toward her, making direct eye contact as the light faded. "Can I kiss you?" she asked, biting her lip. "You have my consent, Freckles." He winked. The Stray Alpha is created by Laura Dickey-Couch, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Lilliana Marquez is a crazy rich asian who owns "The Marquez", the most well known fashion line in the Philippines and is starting to rise it's stardom not just in Asia but all over the world. The night before her big day Lilliana was murdered and then discovered that she had been resurrected as a dog. Trying to live as a dog she met Apollo who became her owner. Little did they know that fate had brought them together to solve the tangled enigma of their lives.

Five brothers, descendants from the ancient power of wolves, find themselves stuck with more than they bargained for after taking in Purity, a young female. Only one of the brothers has ever had interactions with humans daily, but add a curse, and promise to a vampire, you'll get a whole pack of wolves finding themselves acting out of character only to vie for her approval. What is the secret Purity's unaware of? Will she ever get along with the Alpha? Will her presence cause more distruption, or will it cause a love triangle of unusual circumstances?

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police. Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered. I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby. He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

Xena Quinn posted in the homeowners' group: “Anyone interested in adopting a puppy? $200 each.” I took her at her word and rushed over to adopt one. When she opened the door and saw me, her expression immediately soured, clearly disgusted. “What? A woman?” She quickly raised the price to $2,000 per puppy, and I was so pissed off I just turned around and walked out. The next day, my boyfriend, Hugo Xavier, bought the dog for the original $200 price. Before I could even process what had happened, the doorbell rang. There she was, standing at the door in a revealing nightgown. “Hugo, are you home? I came to check on the puppy.”

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

Polly is an Aspin who got separated from his mother and brothers when he was very young. He struggled to keep himself alive. He wanted to belong but what he got was rejection after rejection, heartache after heartache - yet he marched on with his leg that could not be bent. This is a story of survival - a story of hope - that even with his leg that could not be bent, love is possible.