Barks And Bubbles Near Me Novels & Stories

She added dreamingly. "Oh! I'm excited with bubbles all over the place." Janrez seconded. "You know... like in a bar or clubs. Usually they have bubbles with white lights that look like a flash of a camera." "Yeah," I said between a sigh. "I hope we'll enjoy the party."

David explains, his excitement contagious. Frida’s eyes widen in absolute glee. “Puppies? We can play with puppies?” “Absolutely,” Will grins, and I can see the same childlike anticipation in his eyes that I feel blooming inside me. As we step inside, the aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods envelops us, mingling with the unmistakable scent of puppies. A cacophony of barks and playful yips fills the air, and my heart swells at the sight before us. Puppies of all shapes and sizes roam freely, their tails wagging furiously as customers pet and cuddle them.

I was dropped off at a small park out of the main town. It was unusual, but everything here was. There were no playgrounds, sandboxes, or screaming children. In fact, there were hardly any children here at all. However, there were a multitude of animal shaped shrubs. Bears on their hind legs, eagles with their winds spread, wolves howling, and dolphin's emerging from the earth as they prepare to dive. They were incredibly made, and were scattered around the park. Bushes of sweet-smelling flowers sat in clumps, each and every one unfamiliar.

Before leaving the lot, I wait until Amelia’s driving off to make sure she’s fine before I follow behind her. I really could get away with walking to the gym, it’s only a block down the street. It’s less than a minute before I’m parking in the lot of my apartment complex. I don’t waste any time, finding myself locking the door behind me as I greet Bubbles who’s laying on his sofa, next to my own. “You’re the cutest boy I’ve ever met in my entire life,” I hug him tightly as I plant kisses on the top of his head. And like the clingy dog that he is, he wags his tail excitingly as he shifts on his back, begging for belly scratches.

The silence that follows is filled with everything we almost didn’t stop. Bubbles hops onto the bed, fixing me with an unblinking glare. I groan. “What?” She thumps her foot again. “Oh, come on. You can chase them all away, but the second I have a little fun…” Another thump. Louder this time. I flop backward onto the bed with a sigh. “You ruin everything, you know that?” Bubbles settles by my shoulder, with an expression that is surprisingly smug for a rabbit. Her fur glows faintly in the dark, just enough to illuminate the faint shimmer of the mark on my wrist.

“Look at you guys. Having stores.” He pulls the hand brake. “And indoor plumbing. And statistics.” “And sarcasm?” “You catch up quickly. Come on.” There’s a decent amount of foot traffic: shoppers, children playing on swings, and, of course, several Weres in wolf form. They lounge under trees, perch on branches, lie next to the statue of a book in front of a local library. They acknowledge their Alpha and then study me with a sleepy, lazy sort of curiosity. “Hi.” I wave my hand in the direction of a group huddling in a nearby pocket park. They blink in response.

Now I know I’m an adult. Two hours before I have to show up for the first production, I sneak away to a nearby lake. It’s a popular spot: Several birds nest in the area, turtles call its water home, it’s almost a mile round making it a good place for a stroll, and there are several benches for couples to sit and enjoy the fresh air.

It must have been a lot of noise. The dog, he barked. Well, at least one neighbor had noticed.

The line goes dead before I can say anything else. I stare at the screen for a second, then lower the phone. And just like that… I make my decision. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, smearing my makeup into a mess of ash and black across my cheeks. Doesn’t matter. I’m past caring. Ben's Bar isn’t hard to find. It's closer to the camp and I've been there a couple of times. A day never goes by with trouble starting in it. Most of it is caused by us and it's usually always fun. Humans, werewolves and a few other supernatural creatures show up there to blow off some steam.

My men fan out in an arch ahead of us. “Would you like me to describe everything I hear and sense?” I ask. She nods. “That would be good, I think. It might make me less worried.” Anything to ease her mind. “There’s a deer about ten feet to our left, grazing. I can hear birds high in the trees. Squirrels too. There are a few other animals behind us, but nothing to worry about,” I tell her, pausing when a sound reaches my ears. I smirk. “The chipmunk we just heard has joined another and is… busy with another—”