101 Dalmatians 15 Puppies Novels & Stories

“They’re so cute!” Logan and River crowded in beside her, their eyes wide as they reached out to pet the puppies. Evelyn knelt down beside them, gently guiding their hands toward the soft fur. Their mother, a gentle-looking black and white border collie, lifted her head and wagged her tail lazily. “Careful now,” Evelyn said, her voice gentle. “They’re still little, so you need to be gentle.” Talon and Jake lingered by the door, their arms crossed as they watched the kids with amused smiles. Trina and I joined Evelyn by the pen, crouching down to get a closer look at the puppies.

Suddenly, we heard the door creak open and I knew who it was by their scent before they bounded across the room and threw themselves in the bed between us. "Mumma," Matthew said as the three of them snuggled against me. Grant chuckled. We now have 11 pups all together. Charlotte and Jamieson were now a year old and little Issac had just turned four months. All our pups had been conceived when Hela and Zeus had taken over and mated like the wolves they were. I yawned as my boys and my mate all cuddled up to me. I felt a sense of warmth go through me as Hela lay down and purred in my head in enjoyment at her three eldest pups being attached to us. In moments, I felt myself drifting off to slee

The average female Hellhound had only twelve teats, which explained why the pups had formed such a massive pile. Something pale shifted from behind Bonnie’s leg. I leaned forward and squinted. “Is that another puppy?” “That’s the runt,” Rocco said. The pale puppy was half the size as the others and as pale as a golden retriever. Crawling on its belly, it made a shaky path around its mother’s leg, only for the mother to flick the puppy away with her tail. The little creature slid across the stone floor and stopped close to the bars.

Catriona smiled and nodded. She stood and walked to the beanbag couch slowly since she already knew the layout of her room. It was minimal but had high security. Tequila closed the window and let her puppies in. They would soon grow bigger. There were breeds of Bullmastiff, Rottweiler, American Pitbull, Doberman, and Akita. All of them were protective dogs. She bought them all with her one million to protect herself and her babies. She patted each of them, then raised her hand. They all stopped but kept wiggling.

I furrowed my brow, not getting it. Makayla groaned and flicked me on the forehead. “101 Dalmatians, numbnuts. Pongo was the dad dog. He wanted to find his owner a woman, and started looking around till he spotted Perdita and her owner. He dragged his owner to the park, and in his attempt to get the owners together, he jumped on them, and they fell into a pond.” She explained. “That was their meet-cute, and it’s now your meet-cute with that girl. Though I don’t think it will turn into some epic love story with you having to buy a big house in the country for all the puppies, your dogs make.” She chuckled.

“Hmmmm, I think this will work!…Wait, are they all dewormed and vaccinated?… I mean, I don’t want sick dogs in our shop!” “Of course, they are!… Look, you are getting the whole bunch at half the price.” “You mean, the mother and the puppies?…Wait, how many are the puppies?” and she started to count - “One, two, three… four…. wait, that little one’s deformed.” she said pointing at Polly. Bitok wanted to say something but in one rare moment he thought silence was the better option. Lily was holding her breath. “Take us all.” she wanted to tell the woman. Tears were starting to form in her eyes.

There are several dog handlers with dogs on leashes and a small fenced-off play area for a litter of puppies. I’m buzzing with excitement, like physically vibrating. I’ve always wanted a dog. Heck, I think I want 12 of them. I approach the first dog handler. “Hi, welcome to the gala. Would you like to meet Biscuit? He’s a one-year-old Bichon Frisee,” she says. “Definitely!” I crouch down and hold my hand out for Biscuit to sniff, “Hello, Biscuit, you handsome boy.” Biscuit wags his tail and leans into my hand. I’m in dog heaven.

Actual eyes, attached to her actual suspicious head. The cannery sat on the edge of the industrial district, low and grey and smelling faintly of rust, old tomatoes, and decisions made by committee. Eli ran point. Miles took rear. Cal and Pete handled the trolley. Two of Marcus’s people moved with them: Tessa and a quiet man called Ron. They were efficient. Annoyingly efficient. Then the dogs appeared. Eight of them, maybe ten, slipping from the alley beside the loading dock. Feral. Thin but not starving. Yellow eyes. Low heads. The kind of pack that made old memories of sofa cushions and tennis balls feel like propaganda.

Miranda shrugged in her place beside her husband and said, “I was going to buy twelve of each, but your dad here said we should stick to a number less than ten.” Kaeden nodded his head knowingly, but Corbin shook his head. Not too long ago, he dreamt he had seven pups. Was this fate? Kaeden’s parents walked over with a box and handed it to Corbin who unwrapped it and saw that it was filled with baby detergent, he looked at his mate and said, “You’re going to be doing a lot of washing, Parisa is already too much, imagine five pups.” Kaeden looked at his pack members, specifically the teenagers, and asked, “Did you hear what your Alpha said?”

She nodded. "Food is ready." Raven, announced. "Finally, after this I have to rush to the vet clinic." I said. "Emergency?" Damiano, asked. "Yeah, Rottweiler puppies will be born soon." "I want a puppy!" Faye, squealed "You have snowy and Wolf." I told her. "But they're getting lonely. They need a puppy." She replied. "She's right, we need a new puppy." Damiano replied. This man is still wrapped up around Faye's finger. Can't seem to say no and is always spoiling her.