Stray Dogs Gin Novels & Stories

Somehow, I thought I must've seen her somewhere but I couldn't place where. " Who's that dish?" I asked Bistro. Bistro needn't be told I've taken a keen interest in this girl. " Her name's Ginny. She's one of the regulars around here. She recently bought a VIP membership green card," he then wrinkled his nose in disgust. " She works as a stripper at the Vegas Moon club. You don't wanna get involved with a hoe like her. She's bad news. She's also a messed up junkie when she's not sober."

**Beneath the Moonlit Sky** The soft sand crunched beneath their feet as Sienna and Ethan walked along the shore, the waves licking at their toes. The night was calm, the sky a vast canvas of stars, and the only sound was the distant hum of the ocean. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and something faintly floral, a reminder of the tropical paradise surrounding them. Sienna stole a glance at Ethan. He looked relaxed, his face illuminated by the moon’s glow, a quiet serenity settling over his features. It was a stark contrast to the man she had once known—the one always running, always searching for something beyond his reach.

Sam occupied the puppies waiting to be seen, while Clayton and Freya comforted the one that had already had its shots. A loud bang from the reception area irritated me. “There’s no need to practically kick my door in,” I yelled, rushing out to see who was making such a racket so I could give them a piece of my mind. But my annoyance disappeared when I saw the animal in the arms of Paul Taylor. “I found him in a ditch, by the side of the road,” Paul shouted at me as he walked toward me. It was Dastin, a German Shepherd belonging to Noddy Andrews. He had barbed wire tightly wrapped around his mouth and neck.

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

I wipe the salty tears off. "Let's go, Lady Gin-Gin". And She starts to canter. I arrive the village finally, I can't even see in front of me. The only source of light is a large hut. I dismount Lady Gin-Gin and limp to the hut, I've already began to lose the feeling in my legs. The hut stinks of beer. The pungent odour assaults my nostrils, and makes my stomach churn. I step over a groaning man and my eyes dart around until it lands on a large man sitting alone at a corner.

Her text read, "Hey girl. Sorry I've been ghosting you… Vance and I have been a little busy. He's magnificent by the way (I'll have to tell you all the deets). Would you want to come catch up? The stray compound has an amazing indoor pool with a fantastic view. You should come see it!" Lucy was thrilled she could see her friend again. She texted back right away and started to clean up the table after finishing her coffee. She was looking forward to talking with Sara. Perhaps Sara could give her advice on the topic of mates. ***** Later that morning, Lucy pulled up to the stray compound realizing this was her first time visiting Gabriel's home. From what she understood, the strays who had bee

“Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?” Red shook her head. “I don’t really know much. Whenever they’re there for the meeting, they make all the strippers and bottle girls wear these customized headphones they bring along themselves. As a stripper, you strip to whatever song you can hear through the headphones. As a bottle girl, you have loud music playing. Whenever they want a bottle, your music stops, you get the orders, and then your music automatically comes back on. I don’t know why they do it, but there’s no way you can hear or see anything even if you’re right in front of them stripping. They’re so organized and don’t make too much noise.”

"You’re sure about this?" Gideon asked, stepping onto the platform. "These aren't exactly 'people you can reason with,' Eloise. These are strays. They’ve been living on rat meat for months. You try to pet a stray, you usually lose a finger." "I'm not trying to pet them," I said, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "I'm offering them a path." I walked forward. I could smell them. They were huddled in the maintenance tunnels.

I just didn't know I would end up having feelings for her and wrecking everything. When we arrived at the location Jordan and Maya supposedly were, we could see the chaos already. They were already in a gunfight, which could be heard meters away from the abandoned church. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It meant they didn't get rid of my men, but it also meant not all of them were going to make it alive. "Bloody hell," Luigi cursed as we all exited our respective vehicles. There were dead bodies on the ground, and a lot of blood spilled, even on the statue of Mary, the mother of Christ. There were injured men, trying to hold themselves up and the whole scene was a sight for sore ey

"She's already done more than she needs to, and she's probably only stuck around this long to prove that she's over Red anyway." "She is kind of transparent about that," the leader of the Strays admitted with a chuckle. He looked east. While the slaughterhouse was isolated, it wasn't so far that most of the lycanthropes couldn't cover the ground quickly. The ground was heavily wooded but also quite rocky, making it unlikely that it was going to be developed. But it was still a risk. If they could buy it somehow . . . "Just in case, find out who exactly owns or controls the land."