Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

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.

It went down easily, and I didn’t feel different. “Do you like it?” Alpha Nick seemed to know the answer already before I gave him one. “It is delicious. What is it?” I pulled the glass from my mouth and looked at the dark liquid. “Slow gin mixed with artificial strawberry sweetener.” I paused when he said strawberries. “So, there aren’t any real strawberries?” “No. It only tastes like it. Why?” He frowned. “She is allergic.” Axel responded, and my eyes widened in surprise at what he knew.

Before getting in the car, Vito stared hard at the estate windows, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. "What are you looking at?" Lorenzo wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Watching them get lost." My voice was calm. "I've already notified every family in the country. No one dares take in these stray dogs." Lorenzo kissed my earlobe, his tone chillingly cold. "The only place they can go is the lowest slum." Three days later, Lydia brought back firsthand intel. They'd settled into a rundown apartment on the edge of the city. A ten-square-meter pigeon cage with moldy walls, half the window glass broken, drafty as a whistle.

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

It wasn’t like anything we’d heard before. I turned the handle slowly, pushing the door open just a crack. My heart pounded in my chest. As I peered out, I saw something small and moving. I stepped back quickly, my finger tensing on the trigger, but then I froze. A stray dog. It was a small, scruffy-looking dog with matted fur, sitting by the door and wagging its tail. Its big eyes stared up at us, a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Nooo… throw that thing away,” Bishop muttered, clearly annoyed.

you asked for it! Cody- T, you were in pain and my scent and touch did nothing to help.. I couldn't let you suffer, I can't watch you suffer!!! I love you too much to let you go through that. Stray- we promised EACH other !.. I would rather die in your arms than live a fucken lie!.. I rather die free than die in the cage they have been trying to put me in!... My heart and soul belongs to you and only you.... Now fight!!!!

The military dogs bunched together, standing their ground against Summer's intimidation. Hayley shook her head at the standoff. She walked over and put a hand on Summer. "Let them go." "Woof!" Summer barked back, indignant, as if reminding Hayley that they had eaten her food for free. "Good dogs don't need to be tied down," Hayley said softly, rubbing Summer's head. She opened the gate and let the strays through. The pack gave her one grateful look before sprinting off. Even the badly injured one that Hayley had spent system points to save hobbled away, carrying a full piece of beef.

Logan lowered his rifle slightly, confusion flickering across his face. I rounded the corner with my gun drawn and stopped dead in my tracks, my breath catching as my grip tightened instinctively. Cages. Dozens of them, lined neatly in rows. Inside, dogs of all breeds, shapes, and sizes stared back at us. Some barked nervously; others cowered in the corners of their enclosures. The smell of disinfectant and dog food filled the air. “Fitz,” I said into my comms, “we’ve got a problem.”

A bark rang out and I turned to see my little puppy running and barking as his vocals could allow. “There you are, Ginn” I said and picked him up. Ginn was a brown husky, I found him on the roadside, abandoned by someone and had picked him up then we became BFF(best friends forever); a knock on the door made me jump and Ginn barked. I opened the door and my best friend, Reagan walked in, grinning when she saw the messed up room. “Jeez, Amelia, you sure know how to mess something up, what happened here, wild lovin’?” she asked and I rolled my eyes sometimes Reagan was crazier than I thought

MEANWHILE, in the depths of Los Angeles Women's Penitentiary. Alison Gardner was glaring at Latton's photo that she cut off from a newspaper. "You brat!" She mumbled through gritted teeth. Her eyes expressed anger and annoyance.