Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

“Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?” Red shook her head. “I don’t really know much. Whenever they’re there for the meeting, they make all the strippers and bottle girls wear these customized headphones they bring along themselves. As a stripper, you strip to whatever song you can hear through the headphones. As a bottle girl, you have loud music playing. Whenever they want a bottle, your music stops, you get the orders, and then your music automatically comes back on. I don’t know why they do it, but there’s no way you can hear or see anything even if you’re right in front of them stripping. They’re so organized and don’t make too much noise.”

All the men that had their guns aimed right at Harvey fell to the ground without making a sound. Small bullet holes could be seen on their heads. Stray Dog’s expression frantically changed. He subconsciously turned his head around. The fighters in black suits all made way. A rogue-looking man then walked out from the middle of the alley. The look on Stray Dog changed immediately after seeing the man. “Tyson Woods? Didn’t my men surround you? How did you get out?” Stray Dog had already sent a hundred men to surround Tyson, but he still showed up then. At that moment, Stray Dog had a bad feeling about the situation.

"You’re sure about this?" Gideon asked, stepping onto the platform. "These aren't exactly 'people you can reason with,' Eloise. These are strays. They’ve been living on rat meat for months. You try to pet a stray, you usually lose a finger." "I'm not trying to pet them," I said, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "I'm offering them a path." I walked forward. I could smell them. They were huddled in the maintenance tunnels.

"Like the night." The drinks finally came and he picked up both glasses, handing me one. He finished his in one gulp and gestured for me to do the same. Immediately I brought it up to my mouth, the strong stench of alcohol hit my nose. I coughed. "What's in this? It seems pretty strong." For some reason, he thought it was a good idea for him to use his filthy hand to turn my face toward his smirking face. "You can't handle it? I should've known girls can't handle what men can."

I felt as the wolf’s bane flowed through her veins, knocking her unconscious. “Fuck!” I snarled, ripping the door half off its hinges as I hurtled down the porch steps and down the path to the clinic. Not fifteen feet from the clinic door, her phone was lying on the ground. Scooping it up, I could see the screen was cracked horribly, but I could just make out the photos from an unknown number, and the words ‘No one will touch what’s mine!’. Looking around, I could see the warriors were already scoping the area, and that if there was anything to track, they would find it.

"She's already done more than she needs to, and she's probably only stuck around this long to prove that she's over Red anyway." "She is kind of transparent about that," the leader of the Strays admitted with a chuckle. He looked east. While the slaughterhouse was isolated, it wasn't so far that most of the lycanthropes couldn't cover the ground quickly. The ground was heavily wooded but also quite rocky, making it unlikely that it was going to be developed. But it was still a risk. If they could buy it somehow . . . "Just in case, find out who exactly owns or controls the land."

The third had decided to be a bit bolder with a black wig, lips and eye shadow. “Good afternoon.” He didn’t flash his badge, yet, not wanting to scare them off too quickly. “I was wondering if I might have a moment of your time.” “Fifty dollars,” the Goth one informed him, her voice cool. He pulled back his jacket to reveal his shield and the girls gave each other a look that suggested they were considering taking off. He continued to smile, anyway. “None of you is in trouble. I heard there’s an establishment stealing your customers and I was hoping to help.”

She sprayed the red powder on Darryl’s body. At that moment, Darryl could smell a funny scent starting to spread. “What are you doing?” Darryl became worried as he furrowed his brows. “You scared?” Quincy kept the jade bottle as she grinned and her eyes full of contempt. “I sprayed something called the Stray Scent on your body. It’s a special herb from South Cloud World. Poisonous bugs love this herb. Imagine, there are so many mutated poisonous bugs around, how many would be attracted to come over?”

I wondered just how many other unsuspecting women he had charmed into failure with that grin. “Plus, we found this dog here. Isn't he awesome?” Tyler looked up at me, his hand still on the dog's head. It was a brown mutt with white paws and a white splotch on his chest. He wasn't an ugly dog, but he certainly wasn't going to win any dog shows. Judging by the thinness in the dog's ribs and the state of his fur, he was one of the local strays. I had heard they liked to hang out near the tourist areas of the island because they usually could find food.