Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

"Go away! I would rather marry a dog than marry you! Just die with your twisted heart! Stop trying to scheme against me, or else I'll directly advertise for your marriage on I*******m." This really scared Kendall: "Goodbye, madam, I was wrong!" "Get lost!" Hannah pushed the person aside and got into her car. She drove to the back alley of Mona's bar. Sure enough, there was a stray dog rummaging there. She smiled and brought the things in her hand over: "You're in luck today, a five-star restaurant steak! Eat up, it's all yours!" She opened the packaged food and set it aside, then stepped back several meters. She saw the stray dog cautiously approach, sniff it, and then devour it greedily. Ha

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

with gin and wake up with Gin and still be fully functioning for work. Nobody knew that side of her except her and while she appreciated that, she hated how pathetic it was and how pathetic she was. She was the one who waa divorced, she was the one who waa thrown out and she was the one who was put on the streets, in the rain with not a penny on her back or any in her account. No extra clothes, nothing. Every ounce of sense was removed and nothing logical, not attempts at dialogue, attempts at begging, kneeling, changes his mind as he forcefully threw her out in the rain that night and yet she was the one pouring gin into her mug...

“I hope it’s not that disgusting gin you brought last time.” Charlotte appears behind us with Lina, who looks absolutely thrilled. We all grin at the memory of Ryker’s watermelon gin disaster. It was so bad even Ryker couldn’t stomach it. “Don’t worry, it’s all your favorites: vodka, whiskey, tequila, and for my special lady, amaretto.” Ryker wraps an arm around Hannah, who looks torn between amusement and discomfort. Mason has probably gotten in her head.

My stomach dropped. I turned, followed it, walked past them until I saw it. No. There, bleeding across the silk runner and dripping into the cracks of the marble tile, was the last thing I ever expected to see on the floor. Deep red wine. Shards of glass. The label still half-attached to one jagged piece. Gold-embossed. 1847 Rosethorne Reserve. My jaw clenched. “You didn’t,” I muttered. My fingers picked up the biggest piece. The label was still damp. Still bleeding. I read the date again like maybe my eyes were lying.

he asked quickly, stepping forward. “A beagle.” Felix’s voice was cold and flat. “Where are the dogs that were picked up around nine last night?” The manager stiffened at once and hurried to lead the way. “Out back. Please, come with me.” They went down a narrow path and into a foul-smelling holding area behind the building. Inside were dozens of cold metal cages. Stray dogs of all sizes, breeds, and colors were curled up inside them, barking uneasily. Then suddenly, excited barking broke out from one of the cages. Something inside was spinning in circles, throwing itself against the bars.

“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.

They deserved the gridiron. "I didn’t dabble,” Vydon swore, raising his good hand in mock surrender. He understood exactly the concerns I battled inwardly. “Gossart hunts people who do not pay Ozric back, and he is also an avid collector of krait snake venom in Streppes. Their family line is famous for the garstini drink that's made from larvae roots and venom. It makes their blood acidic and corrosive to others upon contact. Drawing their blood is a no-no. They will never be wolf's meat.”

This matter reached the ears of June and Ingrid the next day. June was visibly disgusted. "Belle really gave Grayson a dog. I'm so done. It wasn't even a special breed or anything. She just picked it up off the street! There's not a single speck of sincerity! "If it were me, I would have bought the most expensive dog for Grayson. How could a stray dog be a match for Grayson? Hmph! Mom, how about we poison the dog as well?"

It took another week before Purity was up and moving on her own. Libidi and Pru weren’t around the house much as they worked at STRAYTIS for Lasci, who was ready to get things back to normal. He hadn’t heard or felt the stranger that had visited last week but was on guard, keeping a close eye on Purity.