102 Dalmatian Novels & Stories

"Get over it. As far as I can tell, I think she actually likes my brother." My eyes went wide. "Really?" "Yup. Dorian likes her too. But when they're together, they just stay silent and awkward," he told me, and I grinned. "Wow. I guess I worried for nothing." Dante opened the door to the front porch and gestured at me to step out first. So, I did. Once we were outside, a cool breeze swept through the front porch, and I let out a sigh of satisfaction. "How large is your pack?" I asked Dante. He shrugged. "Pretty large. We've got over 5000 registered wolves."

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

He sighs placing his lips on my forehead before pulling away and smoothing the crease off my forehead with his thumb. "You are beautiful Dera. Words nor numbers can even measure how exceptionally you are and you should never compare yourself to any other Woman because they cannot be you even if they tried." His words have my inside mush and I find myself grinning. "So am I forgiven?" He asked snaking his arms around my waist. "Not just yet. I have something to ask." I tell him and he remains quiet so I continue. "Do this and you're forgiven." I pause. "Damola wants a puppy for a pet. It's a Lhasa breed so it's basically going to remain small-

"She does have a point, Darian." "Stop talking about me like I'm a German shepherd!" Biting her lip, Bella couldn't help but smile. Darian was fun to mess with now that she didn't really care if he liked her or not. "I was thinking more along the lines of a giant Alaskan Malamute."

Lincoln was mostly red with a hint of gold in his fur. His fur was as soft as microfiber and Daciana loved rubbing her head against him. His eyes were golden with a hint of green. He was six feet tall on all fours and his paws were the size of an average grown woman’s feet. Daciana was mostly a bluish gray with a hint of coper in her fur. Her fur was as smooth as a newborn babies’ hair. Her eyes were a fiery orange, and she stood half a foot shooter than Mack.

"Baby, how many dogs do you have?" "Uhh… Five." "There's only four." Catriona was about to go out but Enzo held her. "Sir, are we going up now?" "Wait!" Catriona said. "Lieutenant!" She calls and the Akita barks. "Sergeant." The Bull Mastiff barks. "Cornel!" She calls and the Doberman answers. "Captain?" The Rottweiler answers. "Where's General?" "General?" Enzo whistles calling out for the other dog. Tequila came out with General who is dragging a big stuffed toy. The one that Enzo bought for her. "They are here."

It isn't dismissal time yet when Danteleon comes out of the schoolhouse. Keeping my glance at him, I sat down to whisper to Six, "Now's your chance!" I let go of the leash and he quickly passed through the legs of the walking people undistracted up to Danteleon. His bark catches the boy's attention in a blink and Danteleon sits down to caress Six. Corgis have extraordinarily cute butts to enthrall anyone's eyes. Danteleon holds the leash and that's when Six returns to me with Danteleon.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

They missed each other. "Miss... Miss..." I turned towards the salesman. "Sorry, were you saying something?" The man smiled after looking outside the shop. "Here, you might like them. They are the cutest of all the breeds we have." The man showed me their dogs inside the shop. They have many dogs inside. "That dog was a Maltese. Despite being small (7.9 to almost 10 inches), it has a long and cute life. It has a long, white, silky coat that suits women."

“Once the baby is out, you can have as many as you want. This place is big enough for you to make it into a zoo.” She squinted. “Really?” He paused. “Are you really going to do that?” Daisie counted the tree branches. “I want two Persian cats, a labrador, an Alaskan malamute, a parrot, and…”