Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

Through the half-opened car window, Ella leaned out and called back to me. “Sorry, Celine, my bad. I just wanted to hit the bar and relax. But don’t worry. I’ll have Alpha Leon bring you something to eat when we get back!” Before I could respond, Alpha Leon smiled and ruffled her hair. “You little glutton. Just because you love food doesn’t mean everyone else does. “Don’t mind her. She’ll eat and then start claiming she’s acting up from her wolfsbane poisoning again. I don’t have time for that kind of act.”

She stepped in and closed the apartment to the stray’s face, before leaning back on the door and sliding down in fatigue… and sleep deprivation, most probably. Her home was quiet. There was still some time left before Gian finishes his overtime shift at the hotel, but Akira stood up and sent him a message anyway, telling him to hurry home after. Truth be told, she had no idea if this particular stray was hostile like the spirit of the homeless man who followed her back then, but Akira didn’t want to take any chances. Any stray from the outside who invades her privacy is hostile to her. After throwing her bag and herself on the couch, Akira groaned and closed her eyes as she let herself sink

"Yep. The hounds are perfectionists, and the delivery never arrived. Limeless tequila is an act of blasphemy. As I steer clear of a moist area on the ground, my brow furrows with concern. A female can only tread into bodily fluids so many times in one night. Even once is excessive. Whoa, "the hounds?" The loud pulsating sound I had previously heard gets even closer when Dan turns down a side street, taking us away from the crowds and curious looks. We move in the direction of a towering, black structure with blue lights pouring out onto the sidewalk, where two leather-clad guards are posted. It's simply the moniker a frequent customer gave the owners. The moniker endured.

Ryan said. "Thank you for that kid bro". Theo said and Jayden scoffed." for what you just said I will get us another drink but is on me this time". he stood up and left, a few seconds later he came back holding three glasses of drink and gave each of them, they gulped all at once. "Gosh, what kind of drink is this?" Ryan asked as he felt a burning in his throat. "Is called Devil Springs Vodka". he said and Jayden stood up to leave " Are you leaving?"

Gin exclaimed while looking away from me. Gin's cell phone contains a message from Brigitta. Neither Gin nor I could refuse the orders written in the news. "I choose the second one, Gin!!" I answered firmly. "I already guessed! You don't even look like you need time to think." Gin snatched the phone back from my hand and went to carry our backpacks out. "We're back to Terrasin now!" he said when he was in the doorway.

Jordan Seven shots of gin between us, and Preppy’s got his guard down—leaning into me like I’m the only safe thing left, like the alcohol and his dilemma were hand in hand, chaperoning him straight to his grave. His breath reeks of the cheap burn we downed in the warehouse—the one I smuggled in after the day’s shift. From holding a blade to my throat hours ago to this—the back of his head resting against my neck, mumbling about how unfair the world is.

“I beat you two again. Why on earth did it take you guys a day longer to get back?” “Well, we could tell you, but it would be better to simply show you,” Dante said, gesturing for me to come forward, and I shyly did. This Carl person sized me up with his inquisitive eyes. “Where’d you pick up this stray this time?” “She was running away from the Waning Moon, found her when we were on our way back, and I figured what the heck, what’s one more addition to our pack?”

Beyond it, a cottage with glass walls glimmered under the trees. Claire climbed down slowly, favoring her bad leg. Her cane clicked against the stone. She approached the gate and pulled the bell rope. Nothing. Again. Still nothing. She exhaled. “Master Rowan?” A narrow slot opened in the gate. A pair of gray eyes stared out. “We don’t take strays.” “I’m not a stray.” “You’re limping.” “I’m not asking for charity.” “You’re pack-born.” Claire lifted her chin. “Formerly.”

Davien nudged Ansel warningly, but I could only chuckled, rolling my eyes to another direction as if Cain was invisible to me, even though he was standing right in front of me. He wears his usual mischievous and sickening grin as he chews a gum loudly, his hands packed in his pocket. “I can’t believe that bitch was right. And this only shows the reason why you were able to hide from me all these months. Congratulations.” “I think I heard a dog barking in the distance,” I glared at Cain, my anger, hatred, resentment, resurfacing like a fuse, “Right, Ansel?” “Yes, and this one doesn’t have a tail, neither a collar nor an owner. Just a stray, a total eyesore.”

Public opinion on the Internet gradually subsided, and the night sky slowly turned darker. Adina leaned against the balcony with a laptop on her lap. She was writing codes for her company’s new project. She always felt the most relaxed whenever she was working. Woof! Woof! All of a sudden, she heard dogs barking from outside the window. When one dog barked, many of the other dogs in the surrounding area kept barking too. Adina pushed the window open and looked out with a frown. She noticed that a few stray dogs had appeared in the neighborhood out of the blue.