Stray Dogs Book Novels & Stories

I start driving back to my place, I need to be extra careful in this weather, even if the streets are basically deserted right now, the pouring rain makes it very hard to see so I drive like a snail, I'm in no rush better safe than sorry. A couple of blocks away from the supermarket I see the silhouette of a dog crossing the street, I slow down to give it enough time to cross safely but the dog stops in the middle of the street and start snarling when I get closer. I stop the car startled by his reaction, the truth is I don't get along with dogs in general and strays are the worst, they always snarl at me for no reason, someone told me once 'that they are challenging me'. but I'm not sure ab

Fucking Drusdor and his lack of hygiene. Not able to say that Bigfoot had recently resided in the back seat, Stralath forced a smile. "I briefly looked after a neighbors dog." "Oh. What kind?" Stralath touched the invisible disc attached to his skull and searched the database for an appropriate breed. "A big, drooly, smelly Mastiff."

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive

Several stray dogs lunged at him, their eyes gleaming green in the dark, jaws snapping down hard on his wrist. “Ah—! Get off! Get off me!” Landon screamed, desperately trying to protect that half-eaten piece of bread. But now, he was worth less than a stray dog. Sharp teeth tore through his flesh, blood spilling freely. The bread fell into the snow, instantly devoured by the pack, leaving Landon writhing in a pool of his own blood. He had once sneered at me from above: “Without me, you’ll die in the street like a stray dog.”

Still, he behaves himself, settling for placing himself between Emma and the stranger. The stranger is much more interested in the other dogs than me, whining as they duck back and forth introducing themselves. I wander closer, babbling gibberish at the dogs just to keep talking, looking for somewhere I could sit. There's an old stump, snow-covered, but I brush it clear with my hand to perch on the edge. Archie and Meg immediately rush up to claim my attention and the stranger stands, sort-of following, angling nearer. I talk... And I keep talking. "What a nice lot of boys and girls. All these doggies... What a lot of lovely doggies..." Nonsense words. Not meaning anything. Just a vehicle fo

The faded green paint everywhere, blotched with bullet holes framed by a web of cracks, seemed liquid and voluminous, and the elongated shadows on the high ceiling seemed about to fall on the only source of light - a dim lamp that stood in the middle of an oblong table with the same amount of time as a lamp, and everything else in an abandoned estate, living out its life alone behind a forest belt. Throwing my cigarette butt on the floor, I stamped it down and moved away from the large window, the window sill of which was littered with glass fragments with traces of both fresh and not very wolf blood. Taking on a homestead guarded by purebred wolves turned out to be easier than I thought. Th

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I never knew there was a rule that said not being nice to strangers; well, you remind me of my little sister that died in front of my eyes on the night I was sold off." I saw a hint of sadness, pain, and agony in her eyes before she brushed it off. "Sorry about that," I whispered, feeling pity for her loss. "For what? Oh c'mon! I have gotten over it. "Now time for your first lesson, baby girl." She clapped her hands in excitement. She picked up the book she brought that had been placed on the floor before opening it. It had the title "The Art of Seduction." I creased my eyebrows, wondering what these people wanted to instill in me.

My chest tightened. My guards were outside. I had made them wait by the main doors like some idiot trying to prove I didn’t need babysitting. I told them I just wanted some privacy. They obeyed—because of Jude. Because I had his seal and his orders. And because I was supposed to be safe here. Stupid. I slipped the torn book into my satchel without breaking eye contact with the nearest figure. He didn’t move. Just stared. Were they here for me? Or were they just waiting?

No one would come looking for me. The journey took most of the day. By late afternoon, I reached the edge of Redscar territory. The moment I crossed the invisible boundary, the air changed. It grew thick, humid, and heavy with the raw stench of sex, sweat, cum, and blood. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself forward. Then I saw it. The Redscar pack grounds sprawled before me like a living nightmare of lust and savagery. Everywhere I looked, wolves were fucking openly, shamelessly, like animals in heat.

“Its name is the Prell. So, Gregorio is the run away from me and is the lost.” “Oh. I’m… sorry to hear that.” His odd way of speaking left me struggling to keep up, which was surprising, given how much experience we had working with students who were still learning English. “You is the say earlier that you is the stranded here. Correct?” “Yes. And thank you so much for taking us in. We have a lot of people camped on a beach nearby. We need help—please.” He stared at me, his gaze heavy, searching. But it didn’t feel like doubt. It felt… deeper.