Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

Outside, loud music blasted—a tradition when our group of friends gathered. I screamed and shouted, but no one heard my cries. As he smeared sticky saliva over my face, all I could do was struggle to grab a lamp from the bedside desk, smashing it over his head. Then, I made a run for it, stumbling towards the window. Jeremy was like a monster, relentlessly chasing me after he recovered. I threw myself over the windowsill, and as I hit the ground, I clearly felt warm blood gushing out between my legs, as if a life was slipping away.

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 beauty, please take a look at this drunk girl for me. I took this girl out first, I would come back to pick her up later.” Sugai was worried that while he was absent, some men could take Daisy away. Although, at this moment, Daisy looked like a dead body, this huge world, any kind of human being, is full. So, be careful and have no regrets. This is a love bar, most of them come in couples, but there are so many single dogs who come looking for stray goats, and sick, perverted people who like to play together. Moving some steps, Sugai didn’t feel safe, so he phoned his junior to come to the rescue.

he told Judy and immediately dailed the next contact on the list. "Tommorow? I need it tonight. " Gideon said then hung up the call after nodding. Gideon had placed his phone on speaker so Judy was hearing everything. "Next? " said an impatient Gideon. "ZINOX. " Judy said. Gideon dialed their number and someone picked the call. "Hello this is Mr. Romero. I need about fourty bottles of Roaming dog wine please? " Gideon asked. "I'm sorry we don't take orders now. We only offer bar services. " replied the woman who answered the call.

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.

Then a foul smell drifted over, and he said, “Mr. Gibson, there’s a garbage collection point up ahead. I’ll go check it myself.” Felix had just spotted a stray dog rooting through the trash for food. Without even frowning, he walked straight over and checked every corner where Gigi might have hidden. There was still no sign of her. His men kept calling in updates, but none of them had any news. A growing sense of dread began to settle in his chest. Had something really happened to Gigi? Just then, his phone rang. It was one of Zac’s men. “Mr. Gibson, I just spoke to an older man nearby. He said that around nine last night, he saw a city animal control truck near the produce market. He also s

I paused, standing in the middle of the street as I stared at it—a dog. It had no collar. It was probably without an owner, but it looked so different from other dogs. I frowned. What was the sudden attraction to the dog? It was just a stray dog and nothing else. But when I willed myself to walk away, I couldn't. It's striking blue gaze left me in awe. It's silver fur stuck to its body like glue as it shivered, staring back at me. The dog literally locked it's gaze on me. It was unusual. And perhaps it was due to the fact that I was without an umbrella during such an heavy rainfall.

"I'll head out early in the morning and return in the evening. If anything unexpected occurs, feel free to reach me via mind link." "Hey, don't make this a habit," Clea objected as she pulled away from his embrace. "You'd better get used to keeping your distance from now on. My mate won't appreciate such displays of gratitude." Her Beta friend smiled and just rolled his eyes. As agreed, Johnston departed early the next morning. When he exited the packhouse, he was greeted by the sight of drunken wolves spread out everywhere, on walkways and on the verges, trays with leftover food spilling from overflowing garbage cans. "They party like true wolves," he mused to himself, "unable to stop, just

“Trust me. I was equally as shocked when I learnt of what happened.” Luis replied. “Before I give you the product, I need you to help me handle the Russian cartel in Atlanta city. I got news that they have already opted out of our contract, and are now in bed with another supplier. Carry of this little assignment, and not only will you have control more territory in your city, but you’ll get more respect and money than you can ever imagine.” He clapped his hand twice, and one of his men came in with a tray, three glass cups and a bottle of 1946 Pinot Noir wine.