101 Dalmatians Jasper Horace Novels & Stories

Chloe's hand is so warm. Xavia had never been intimate with him, let alone hugged him. Only in front of Joseph would she pretend to hold his hand. Once Joseph had left, Xavia would disdainfully push him away. Jasper looked up at Chloe's gentle and delicate face and tears welled up in his eyes. ‘It’d be great if only Ms. Chloe was my mother! I would then be loved like all my classmates.' Toto and Oreo were averagely large dogs. They were already eight years old and were considered rather old. Luckily, the Whitmans were rich, and both dogs were well taken care of. They were fine but not as energetic as before.

She was probably the only one in the world who could manage to get Damon into a police station. The two went through the procedures at the station, assuring multiple times that Damon posed no criminal risk before finally taking him out. The ride was painfully silent for them, as they dared not tease him. Damon had a dark expression on his face the entire way, like a devil. None of the three spoke. "Stop here." The car passed a pharmacy, and the devil suddenly spoke. "Are you feeling unwell? I'll go buy it for you." Jasper, the driver, stopped the car and wanted to get out.

I just have to get used to the idea and stop being this terrified. The thing inside me nod his agreement making my eyes go wide. "Try talking to him olli he's you, you're not crazy" jasper says with a chuckle. I tried concentrating and said "Hi" to the thing, i mean to my wolf. I saw a little wolf , like really small with two mismatching eyes. Jasper chuckled again and hugged me closer to him. "That's your wolf baby, he's a puppy he can't say words but he can show you pictures." jasper told me.

My eyes darted to the clock on the attic wall. It was ten minutes past four. My stomach tightened. I stood slowly, forcing my legs to cooperate. “Alright,” I said quietly. “Let’s go.” Jasper attended an international kindergarten in the city center, one of those prestigious schools where wealthy packs sent their pups. From Smith Villa, the drive took about thirty minutes. Michael drove carefully through the streets while I sat silently in the back seat. My wolf remained alert, my nose twitching faintly at the changing city scents.

~"~ Back in the camp’s heart, Adam and Jasper moved with lethal grace, closing the distance before the spy could vanish into the trees. A swift, silent grapple ensued. The spy struggled briefly, but years of training couldn’t save them from the weight of justice. Adam’s voice was low and icy. “It’s over. Your lies have been exposed.” ~"~ Under the flicker of torchlight, the spy’s hood was drawn back, revealing a shocked and pale face - a figure well-known among the allied wolves. It was Dorian, a strategist from the Black Claw Pack, whose loyalty had long been whispered over hushed fireside talks but never confirmed.

"All of you look capable enough. Instead of figuring out how to survive, you're out here causing trouble?" The girl's eyes lit up when she saw him, as if she had found someone to back her up. "Officer, thank God you're here! They took my dog and won't admit it!" "Dog?" Jasper's gaze moved across the group and settled on Cola beside Nicole. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. A Belgian Malinois, and not an ordinary one. The coat was dense and well-kept, the build solid, the proportions excellent. Jasper had worked with plenty of police dogs before, especially Malinois. They were intelligent, obedient, and dependable, some of the best working dogs out there.

She asks as she walks near the couches, scooping up a beige dog who licks her face softly. "His name is Calvin. He works for me." "Calvin, nice to meet you! My name is Jasmine, and as annoying as the job is, I'm Mr. Malone's dog-sitter." I nod, still trying not to get nipped by one of them. She chuckles, putting down the beige one and picking up a smaller, puffier, white one but with little dark spots.

“Guess what happened then? That day, he was dragged by Dimi into a small dark room and got beaten up badly. When he came out, he had two panda eyes, and he was crying miserably. Dimi used this as a warning, and Jasper became obedient afterward. Those rumors disappeared, but the residual effects on Jasper remained until now. Whenever Dimi coughs, he will immediately behave like a mouse.” “I know a bit about Dimi’s temperament. He has always dared to challenge his father since he was a child. He's not afraid of anyone or anything, and instead, everyone is wary of him. Think about it. He’s such a big shot, but he has fallen into your hands, so you're the most powerful one! Don’t you think I sho