101 Dalmatians Street Summer Novels & Stories

I did not counted on honesty to still exist in anything. Honest men tend to exist in some capacity, no matter how corrupt a society or system is. This was the case of agent Marx Zeener, poor man, he was so honest and he somehow found himself in charge of the Madame Rahma disappearance. It was just a matter of time before he connected a dot, and it led him to my family. Early Monday morning, he knocked on the floor of Hotel Badur as we had changed the name of the place. He and his team of heavily armed DSS agents:

"You're very wise, Honey. But you should remember. Even though you don't use the stairs, you still have to be careful." "Okay, Mommy. I'll always watch my step. Don't worry. Oh?" Summer suddenly ran forward. She stopped in front of the hallway wall that was full of animal pictures. "Why is Otter here? Toby too! And this one ...." Summer shifted three steps to the right. "He looks like Canis, the dog that Mommy kept in the forest house! Then, this is Felis, the lazy cat. Oh, Gusi and Gigi are here too!" She held the pictures of two geese that were the same height as she was.

Hayley froze when she heard Philip mention the "stupid dog" Summer was still alive! She didn't waste another second with them and ran home. As soon as she opened her bedroom door, the quiet German Shepherd that was pacing nervously jumped into her arms. "Woof, woof!" "Summer!" Hayley almost cried, hugging it. Summer was a retired military dog, a gift from Hayley's mother on Hayley's tenth birthday. After Cynthia died, Summer had been her comfort through the hardest times. Lucy's family hated the intuitive dog and had tried several times to get rid of it, but Summer always came back. They wanted to give Summer away, but Hayley had insisted on keeping it, even getting into fights with them ove

"Oh, Summer, my baby! Mammy is here. Oh ... How are you? ... being beaten by a bad mafia huh? Mother is here now. I am sorry, baby. I will not leave you like this again. Let's go home." Stella said to the puppy and hugged Evelyn and said thank. She hurried to carry Summer out of the clinic's back door. Wirata hugged the little dog. The smell of a strange shampoo made her sniff at the little guy. It smelled like Stefan which somehow she remembered from the last memory. Crazy evil! How could he use his strong shampoo on her puppy?! Summer only used a special shampoo which was gentle for his baby skin. While she was walking on the pavement, a black car wandered and stopped near her and the fron

As Benjamin watched Summer get out of the car, he said flatly, “Sea City Medical Professional Apartment, Block 73, No. 2801. The password is your birthday. Remember that!” Summer was stunned. “What?” “You have no sense of direction. Remember the location of your house. Next time, no matter what sort of aggrievance you suffer, go home.” Benjamin cast a glance at Summer before he brought out a lollipop from the pocket of his overcoat and tossed it at her. “Next time, don’t make me pick you up from the subway!” Summer became teary-eyed. She held the lollipop and stayed rooted to the spot for a long time.

They’d even discovered some common interests, including an inexplicable love for a random football team out West. The rest of the drive passed by in what seemed a blur with only a stop or two for bathroom breaks and road trip snacks, until they were once again rolling down the main street of Pebble Point. By now, the sidewalks were full of beach goers and summer visitors down from the nearest cities, enjoying all the little seaside village had to offer. It was a perfect beach day - not too hot with a light ocean breeze - and restaurant lunch time hours had just ended. Traffic was a little iffy, but not as bad as it would be on a weekend. And soon enough, Mitch had turned down the small side

“Oh, is that a challenge?” “Definitely,” Damien grinned. “But don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you.” They walked side by side through the bustling streets of Riverdale, the town’s vibrant energy surrounding them. Street vendors called out, offering fresh fruit and roasted nuts, and the occasional busker strummed tunes on a guitar or sang familiar songs that added to the lively atmosphere. The tension from their families’ feud seemed to melt away with each step they took, replaced by a growing sense of excitement.

Morning Basin at the end of Thirty-Sixth Street, smoking cigarettes and skipping class. Home wasn’t dead trees and inescapable heat. Hell, Summer was still nigh. In her world, yellow fire hydrants crouched on every corner. Pastel chalet houses. Pontiacs and GMC trucks. Watching the Fighting Fishermen at the LCB Bowling Alley. An American accent. Her mother’s grave.

Carden uttered in a demanding tone before ending the line. Dalmi took an exaggerated sigh, slump herself on the bed, and stared at the white ceiling. “What could it be?” she asked. Dalmi put her index finger under her chin and tapped it as she thought of the places they would go. “If he wants me to wear something casual, then...are we going to the amusement Park?” Imagining it made Dalmi clap her hands. She internally reminded herself to ride the merry-go-round and get herself a toy on the claw machine, but after some seconds, she snapped.