103 Dalmatians Novels & Stories

I asked "Do you really have to ask questions all the time?" he asked me. "Yes I do" I answered. "Fine, he doesn't like talking about this so don't ask him, okay?" "Okay" I answered. He ruffled my hair and I batted his hands away. He chuckled and walked away. The next day…… DANTE I looked around the room, everywhere was tense. Ten trailers worth of drugs belonging to the mafia alliance had been hijacked. All our men had been killed. Only one had survived and came home.

My hair styled to perfection, and makeup done expertly. I looked around the open ballroom, the chandeliers dripping with crystals, gold curtains hanging open, pooling decadently on the ground. Waiters wove between patrons almost invisible in their black and white tuxes. Everyone sipped champagne, lavish fabrics making the most expensive dresses cling to their lithe bodies. I looked around the crowd, seeing various familiar faces checking for my grandmother and father. Finally I see my grandmother talking with a couple of people. My grandmother Bianca Marino Davis is 80 years old, but still strong and looked young. She's a wise Italian woman who is proud of her Italian heritage but also diffi

, Meme stutters out through her giggles, only making Amory laugh harder. “Okay haha! I haven’t had sex in three years. Funny”, she finally says. “Let’s move on, Meme”! “Neither have I”, both Spencer and I stated under our breath. “Okay, we’re still at six to three! Lala’s favorite ice cream?”, Meme asks. Butter pecan! “Seven to three, how much does Lala weigh”? That’s rude! She weighed a hundred and five pounds after she gave birth and I remember the doctor commenting that she weighed less than when she started, so that’s what I write! “Well damn”, says Meme! “Okay, Lala’s pet peeve”? Dirt?! Germs?! Life?! Fucking girl is mad OCD, you could lick her toilet and not get sick! “Seven to four, o

he nodded her head to the woman and walked a few steps to put two pillowcases back to the rack. Dalmi's eyes reddened. Her lips would almost bleed because of her bites, and her nose spits out invisible smoke as she marched to where her husband is. "Again? Do you want me to have a breakout just because of a dirty pillowcase?" Carden shifted his gaze to Dalmi. He glanced at her with his bored expression, like he no longer wants to hear her nags. "You bought ten. You only need eight. Money is not unlimited." The man walked away from her and picked up only one comforter. He also put the white fur carpet back and got the pink one as well as the extra fluffy slippers she got for herself.

responded Nat, making it clear to her best friend that the only pets in her life were the ones that were cold-blooded and slithered. "'Hollywood Dogs' features drawings, portraits and posters of some of the biggest canine blockbusters like 'Lassie' to Old Yeller' and 'All Dogs Go to Heaven'," came the guide. "Oooh, I liked 'Old Yeller'!" Carmen blurted out. "Canines are the absolute worst!" interjected Henry, "they drool, they can really go rabid albeit very dangerous when stray." "Screw you!" snapped Cassie, "I like 'em! They are so cute, especially puppies and you just wanna hug them so tight or let them play with a squeaky toy..."

There was a faint impatience in her tone, as if my repeated urgency had annoyed her. "I've asked my assistant to handle it. Stop imagining everything in the worst possible way." But when her assistant called, her tone was full of difficulty. "Mr. Tully, Ms. Tomlinson said... the company accounts really are tight. We can only transfer a portion to you first for emergencies." I did not even get the bank notification for that "portion" before Caleb posted another update. This time, he showed off a Cartier LOVE bracelet. The caption read: "Someone said that when you're scared, you should hold on to something bright."

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.

Even though it would not be like that night, I could be close to him without it being weird or stalkerish. “Meet the gang.” He announced, stepping towards me, the cat who still glared at me in his arms. “This is Bella; she’s the favorite of this house, then there’s Phoebe, Barnaby….” He named each one of them while I counted. So far, he has ten dogs: three Samoyeds, two Huskies, three poodles, and three German Shepherds. On the other hand, there were fifteen cats; most of them Manecoons, while the rest were Calicos. Three bunnies, one horse, and so many birds that flew above my head while cackling. “That’s very….”