Stray Dogs Characters Novels & Stories

He also took his bag pack, and Kattie did not even stop him even when he was about to ride the tricycle that passed by. His rising anger started to intensify as he walked away from Kattie's house. And that only increased when he remembered Spring Solitaire’s descriptions of its heroes in her works. He had read some of the paperbacks made by Kattie's favorite writer because he wanted to have an idea about his girlfriend's obsession. He can beat those characters. But he prefers to stay away from fictional characters because he wants to prove to himself that Kattie can love him no matter what he is.

I couldn’t see anything. “Show yourself and don’t be a coward,” I said. “Unless you are a coward.” The leaves danced and a wolf appeared from behind me. It growled and looked at me with its yellow eyes. An Alpha in this part of the town. This is my pack. “What do you want? What are you doing here?” I asked and we gently traced each other’s tails in a circle. “I am a stray,” it said. I laughed. An Alpha, a stray? “What are you looking for here? This place doesn’t belong to you. Find somewhere else. I am very territorial.” It wasn’t just words. I stopped going in circles and growled, gritting my teeth.

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.

"I... I have them. If you don't believe her, I can—" "No!" Tracey screamed, lunging to stop him, but it was too late. The sharp click of the car unlocking sealed her fate. I threw open the trunk. The stench hit me first. Then I saw it—a small, lifeless dog, its body limp and decaying. Puffy. Peter stumbled back, his face white as a sheet. "Tracey... Puffy... why is... why is Puffy here?" The live stream exploded. Comments poured in, furious and relentless:

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

This was the edge of the Gray Zone, a lawless strip of territory where neither the Ashford Pack nor their rivals dared to enforce full order. "Look what walked out of the high-rise district," a raspy voice called from the shadows. Three figures emerged from the gloom. Their elongated fangs and yellow-tinted eyes marked them as feral rogues—wolves who had lost their pack standing and survived by preying on the weak. "She smells like the Ashfords, but there’s no wolf in her," another growled, stepping into the dim light of a flickering streetlamp. "A stray human toy. Let's see what she's carrying."

By then, when the new orphanage sent their people to recruit the children and the bureaucracy set up the arrangement, this old orphanage would be done for. “Oh yeah, I think there’s something else that’s kinda strange about this too.” While Javier was mulling over this, Russell brought up something else. He said, “When you left that day, a stray dog came. “It had fun with us initially, but it somehow went to play with Madam Hellman and clung to her after that, ignoring all of us. It’d even bare its teeth and snarl at whoever approached it, just like Clover.” “Who’s Clover?” Javier asked in confusion.

Logan asked Delano. "Yes, Someone from the organization went astray" Delano replied while Logan chuckled. "It turned out to be a stray dog" Logan crossed his legs and leaned back on the soft car sofa "What do you think we should do to a stray Dog?" He asked without looking at anyone at all. "Make the disappear from the face of the earth" Delano replied but Logan shook his head. "Not you, Her" He cocked his head and glanced at Amelia that hurdled herself to a corner.

Orion The week passed so slowly but I managed to get the extra trips done that needed to be done for the weekend to be clear, I had special plans for that weekend, I was going to find my mate and bring her and her pups to live in my pack with me. My Pack was everything to me their loyalty proven when my last chosen mate had had her gym instructor challenge me as alpha. He lost. and I banished her for her infidelity and disrespect of the pack. but still a hole was left in my life, a hole I suspect could be filled by Misty, it bothered me none that she had pups by another, I myself had been raised by a man who didn't sire me and knew from experience not every man who sired pups was worthy of b

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—