Stray Dogs Book Novels & Stories

Stumpy chuckled, reached out, and squeezed one of my breasts instead. I yelped and jumped back, wrapping my arms around my chest. “Perfect. Just perfect.” Stumpy handed me the book. “Enjoy. I’ll be in my tent, thinking about you and jacking off.” I felt sickened and raced back to my tent with the book. I’d earned it, after all, though I was never asking Stumpy for a book again. Once in my tent with the door zipped shut, I hugged my knees and let a few tears fall. I felt so… dirty.

It was all about distracting my beast, quenching his thirst with blood & keeping his mind off that ‘stray’. My beast seems annoyed at me referring to her as ‘stray’, as per him she belongs right under us, squirming beneath us in pleasure. I had to agree that was an enticing thought, but I stop myself right there trying to get the wayward thoughts under control and focus on more important things than that Stray.

Terrified, she scanned her surroundings, hoping to spot the dogs so she could find a place to hide. The barks drew nearer, and panic set in. Desperate to escape, Natalie began to run, only to realize the stray dogs were chasing after her. Just as the dogs closed in, Liam's car sped up, coming to a stop beside her. Faced with the immediate danger of the hungry dogs, she hesitated for a moment, then quickly entered the car, grateful for the timely escape…….

Sniffing the air, I immediately knew who the scent belonged to. A stray dog? I almost chased after the sound, but I didn’t have much time to act because six stray dogs appeared in front of me, smiling through their teeth while their dark eyes stared at me from head to toe.

"Keeping an illegal breed without a leash? The owner should be jailed too!" That very day, Willow had just given birth when she came across the news. Tears streamed down her face, making Hunter's heart ache unbearably. "What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?" "Hunter, I… I just feel so sorry for the dog. Renee used it to fight for your attention, and now she's making it take the blame. They even broke its leg… It's so cruel… "They found it at an abandoned factory, which means it was a stray. A stray dog is like a child without a mother—no one to speak up for it."

"It’s the only place I can remember feeling truly safe, when I was little." "It’s a good place to be," he agreed. "Much better than bars and late nights—you never know who you’ll run into in places like that." Yna went quiet, her mind drifting back to that terrible night—the night she’d met the stranger, the night everything changed. "Can I ask you something?" Alas said gently. "I hope you won’t be upset." "Of course. Anything." He guided her to a bench so she could rest her feet. He’d wanted to ask more about the pregnancy, but seeing how fragile she still was, he held back.

Something in the way he said it made her fall silent—his words settling heavy and true, stirring a quiet unease beneath her skin. Nearing the mansion, something moved in the undergrowth. A small fox cub, its fur warm and reddish-brown, trembling and afraid. Fiora’s face lit up. “Vael—look!” It tried to run, but one of its legs was injured. Fiora knelt at once. “Hey, little one…” Her voice was soft, gentle—and the cub stopped. It shivered, but did not flee. Moments later, it stepped forward and pressed its cold nose to the palm of her hand.

My soul now yearned for someone, the girl was to be my mate. If she was being hunted, then she was probably a stray. Stray wolves are wolves that had been abandoned by their pack, either because their pack had been wiped out or because they had committed a crime and were labelled as a traitor. Whichever one it was I knew that if she was being tracked by Hunters then sending out a public search for her would only bring the wolves that Hunted her closer to their target. I need to find her in a way that wouldn’t attract much attention.

Not the first time, actually, but when she first came into the living room, she had noticed something on the floor, but she could not have guessed it was a puppy. It was a little Pomeranian, with a orange brown coat and white undersides. The puppy looked like one round ball, because of it’s abundant fur. Mackenzie had to admit that it looked so cute, like the perfect furry friend Calista could have. Felicity explained, “It seems to be a stray dog. It got injured and Calista found it, and helped it . She was insistent on taking care of the puppy , so we treated it and tried to take it to an animal shelter, but it was too crowded in there. Maybe we can find a family to adopt this cute little g

I pick the book up from the ground, "Now you shut the doodle oven, and will you please shut that front door of yours before anyone hears you." "I wince as I sit back down the chair, my stomach still stings from where the book hit me. "You are one weird chick. Now give me that book please." I push the book back to him and he opens it to the page of Alpha Reddoxs' family tree. Lines connect to each other, and each name held on a little bit information about them. "Alpha Reddox is a disgrace to the Peredon" Even the description of himself was foul, what poor child he is before.