103 Dalmatians Novels & Stories

Rows of colorful advertisements showed the films currently playing. Curious, I stepped closer and started scanning the titles. Almost every single one was a romance movie. Of course. Valentine’s Day was only a few days away. I was in the middle of reading another poster when a couple stopped behind me. Their conversation was loud enough that I couldn’t ignore it even if I tried. “Babe, what do you want to watch?” the guy asked sweetly. The girl giggled. “Whatever you want, babe.” “No, you pick. Anything is fine as long as I’m with you.”

The contract was still sitting on the hotel desk. It hadn’t moved in hours. But it felt heavier every time I looked at it—like it was absorbing the weight of the decision I still hadn’t made. I had read it again. And again. Highlighted sections. Dog-eared pages. Searched the margins for hidden threats. But it remained exactly what Dominic said it was. Clean. Precise. Deceptively simple. A one-hundred-and-nine-day marriage. No emotional ties.

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.

I replied. “Come sit. Now tell me everything about France. Don’t skip anything.” I laughed as we all returned to the couch. “France is honestly amazing. If I start talking, I won’t stop not after a year.” “Well, lucky for you, I’m free all year.” “Shut up, Liam.” He grinned. “I’m serious though. I really missed you.” A smile spread across my lips. I missed them too. Then Lena suddenly spoke. “Chloe says she has pests disturbing her life.”

Daisy stood against the light, her face obscured by shadows like a merciless judge delivering a final verdict. "I used to believe Edward truly loved me. I hesitated, wondering if I should let go of my revenge. But that fool… He's as idiotic as ever. He has no one to blame but himself for my ruthlessness. So? Is this secret worth five million?" I could barely think and simply responded, "It's worth it." Daisy let out a triumphant cheer. "I did it! I got my revenge. My child is now rich. I'm the winner!"

What was so vicious about it? After catching up to Colton, Yevee picked up Jojo, the Bichon Frise she had adopted, and held it in her arms. Colton finally calmed down. “Run! Why aren’t you running anymore?” Colton replied, “Queen of the Dogs, please let me off. I won’t run anymore.” Yevee chuckled and said, “Just beg for forgiveness. I'm someone who has eight dogs and seven cats. I'm someone who has plenty of pets!”

The old man gazes at the patterns of his hands: “You can work hard to be a middle class, but you can only become a 0.1% rich through genetic lottery. For people who believe in hard work, they are either illusional or innocuous. ” Thomas Huron puts out his cigarette. He wraps up our conversation in a low and tired voice: “You can fuck her all you want, as long as you end up marrying someone of our status. I don’t mind you messing around a little bit when you are young, son. It can be fun, I know. All I wish for you is good luck.” With that said, Thomas Huron reaches up to loosen his tie, revealing our family motto——a tattoo on his collar that takes the form of the Eastern script meaning luck

she reminded me, and I nodded, offering her my solemn assurance. "I'll provide you with all their names I learned," she continued, her voice steady as she listed them off. "Luann Shawn: D3 factory manager, Marco Vanberge: D3 factory manager, Patrik Semenov: AgK32 Lab technician, Gary Whyte: Slave trader, Dwayne Olsen: Slave trader, Michelle Willowood: Slaver Trainer, Tandy Astrid: Slave Trainer, Ethan Kane: Asshole, David Grey: AgK32 Lab Manager,

I slowly approached the stall. The owner was so busy that she didn't even look up. "Good afternoon! What would you like to have?" I looked at my empty wallet, feeling embarrassed. Just then, the owner had looked up. She was slightly taken aback when she saw me but still asked, "Would you like some hot cross buns, miss?" I shook my head awkwardly. "Uh, no thanks. I… I don't have any money, and I'm not hungry." My stomach rumbled just then, almost as if it wanted to prove me wrong. I lowered my head in shame and was about to leave when the owner stopped me.