Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

"I'll grab a drink at that bar while I wait." "Suit yourself," Blayze said. "I shouldn't be long." Cyrus smiled as I turned to cross the street. When I pushed open the neon-lit door of the bar, Americana rock music blasted my ears. Most of the inhabitants were also wearing biker vests—er, cuts—but the insignia was different from the guys at the garage. "Blood Dogs" was written above a front-facing image of a wolf gnashing its teeth.

The mystery call wasn’t done. “It’s special today. Sipsmith Strawberry Smash Gin. It is flavored and contains alcohol. We’re trying to see how well it will perform in the market.” “Layla!” I almost steered my balance. Bella jeered my shoulders, drawing my attention to the bar. “What do you think, girls?” Another shoulder peek. He was gone. “Let’s try it.” We chorused, pulling out a bar stool to sit on. *** “I can get my own Uber, thank you.” I boasted, put in place by Aiden.

It’s because of my beaming hair that enthralls the passerby’s attentiveness. Should I dye my hair black? I hate being the center of attraction. Unbearable feelings were suddenly building over me as I walked along the street, getting more attention from the people. I immediately turned around and found a way that was out on the bunch of people. While sighing, I started walking again. There aren’t too many people on the current road I’m going through. Stray dogs were walking on the street; some have sores on their bodies, thin skins, and just staring at them feels like noisome. Adding with the sidewalk trash cans while the garbage inside was scattered on the pavements.

“Really? Brady asked. “They run that far?” “Not usually.” she said. “Most of the time, they jump out of a vehicle, like when they stop for gasoline or something like that.” “That’s so sad!” Brady said, shaking his head. “Does that happen a lot?” “No, I don't think so, but it does happen.” There’d been a few dogs reunited with their families who happened to stop to refuel or for other reasons in Holiday Hills since Noelle had taken over the shelter, but not a lot. “Most of the strays we get in are people who dump their dogs because they don’t want them anymore, or just accidents where a dog gets out from a door left open or digs under the fence.”

Ginika muttered and hurried behind the woman. They have long left the inn and were making their way to the sea, which was at the northern side of the kingdom, somewhere on the other hand of the market. The soapy smell of fish, which blended with the moist air was evident, and not even the blazing sun could keep down the stench. People clustered, both traders, hawkers, and buyers alike, and seemed unaffected by the stink. It was difficult to pinpoint the source of the odor. “Too many people,” Ginika commented. He was not used to such a scene. Aside from that, he fought Black Vesslers recently, and they might see him.

She gives me a look that says, Don't you dare call me a pet. "She’s a stray," I lie. I try to sound casual. "She showed up a while back. I think she ran away from a breeder or something. Huskies are known for being runners." Sombra thumps her tail once. It sounds like a threat. Liddy isn't buying it. She walks closer, inspecting Sombra like a piece of furniture with a stain on it. "A stray?" Liddy purses her lips. "That explains why she has no manners. She’s staring at me like she wants to bite me."

My legs hurt whenever it rained, so Steven offered to send me to work. I didn't refuse. He drove over with a new car, and when he saw my puzzlement, he explained, "Jenny was afraid of breaking her new car because she just got her driver's license, so I gave her mine to drive." I averted my gaze and nodded, not saying anything in reply. Now, I knew why Jenny had tagged me in that photo she posted—she wanted to boast that Steven had gifted her his favorite car.

elder sis replied. Unaware of the frantic search unfolding at home, Vicky was quite blissfully engaged in a playful escapade with a cluster of colourful puppies. He was completely carefree, lost in the joy of the moment, and safe in the company of his new furry friends. As the puppies licked his face, making silly sounds, Vicky burst into laughter. Together, they rolled around on the floor, creating a bundle of energy and happiness. Vicky had no idea about the commotion at home, and the puppies didn't care - they were too busy having the time of their lives with their new playmate.

"Oh, it was there this morning. Maybe I lost it while shopping with a friend." No wonder James had suddenly left home this morning, citing an urgent situation at work. So, he had used that disgusting condom in the car this morning with Sally. A wave of nausea surged in my chest, and I almost vomited. "I don't feel well. I'll head home first," I said. Seeing my pale face, Sally didn't press further. She nodded furiously. "Okay. We'll meet another day. Rest well." Before she could finish, I fled from the café. The breeze whipped my body unforgivingly.

The pain nearly made me pass out. "Liar!" Scarlett shrieked, losing control. "You think I don't know? Every time he came back from you, he reeked of sex and satisfaction!" She threw the whip aside and waved to the guards outside. "Get in here! Hold her down!" The two brutes entered the room. Wearing thick gloves, they pinned my arms and head without hesitation. Scarlett retrieved a black bottle from the corner. It was filled with a thick liquid that gave off a foul, sickening stench.