Big Chase Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

And just like that, I know I'm at risk of falling for her all over again. Fuck. "That you are, my boy. How about we watch some TV together, buddy?" I ask, pressing a kiss to the side of his head when he agrees with a very exuberant nod. Hand in hand we walk to the living room and settle onto the couch. "So what's your favorite show, bud? Who is your favorite character?" His eyes light up, and he yells "Paw Patrol! I want to be just like Chase the police pup! He's a police and he makes sure everyone stays safe," he proclaims proudly.

I gulp but continue at my incredibly fast pace. Pups, even without their wolves can run pretty fast. If Trevor snuck out in the night to make his way to Blue Meadow, he could be there already. And with the battle commencing, patrols will be distracted. A 10-year-old male could easily slip through and get to the packhouse. Goddess, let him be okay.

He turned to run and increased his speed to the limit. Even though Chase possessed the technique of Sword Steps and could move with great speed because of it, he was still too slow when compared to the massive ferocious beast. The beast would catch up to him if this continued. Chase began to feel anxious. A lightning explosion was heard in the air. His speed increased, and he instantly put a distance between him and the giant beast. "Haha! I'm pretty smart to use the advantage my body can give," Chase shouted excitedly as he continued dashing forward.

But there wouldn’t be time to ask anyway as a fairly feral cry sounds within the yurt. My head snaps towards it, shocked, as all five pups start barking with increased fervor, Chase even beginning to spin in eager circles at the sound. “What is happening?” I whisper. “Oh, just watch,” Jesse murmurs, wicked and delighted.

She held Evie by the hair and dragged her out of her room and down the hallway. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, young lady. Let’s see if a few whip scars will change your mind.” Evie yelled kicking and screaming. “No!! Please, please stop! I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me.” But Violetta didn't listen. She continued dragging her. She threw her into a dark room and shut the door behind her. The sound of whip cracking echoed through the entire club. It was late afternoon so there was no client around, just the girls and they were used to the noise.

"I'm going to cut to ten." "One, two. Two and a half. Seriously, please open the door. There are two glowing eyes staring at me from under. Is that a shrub or a bush? What ever it is, the think hiding in it just blinked." Chance stood there eating his snack, listening as Kristoff's panic kicked in more. There was a scream and a crashing sound as whatever animal ran towards Kristoff. The animal made a growling sound, and that's when Chance flung the door open, only to see a racoon sniffing at a screaming Kristoff.

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

Hey guys, I want to appreciate everyone who reads this book. It means a lot to me. Sooooo, I know some of you might not be happy with the end, but I want you to know it's just a story. And wait, remain calm! There's going to be book two. This is more like a prequel, an introduction to their love story. Book two is titled: Chasing her. It'll be out soon. Yes. Soon. You don't wanna miss book two, do you? 🤔

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

Ciara’s POV I scurried through the tall grass as quickly as I could to reach the lake. I reach the pack border and lower myself to the ground into a large bush. I search for any sign of patrols by sniffing the air. A few moments later, three large wolves ran passed my hiding spot. I recognize two of them as part of our pack, but the third is a royal patrol guard. The royal guard stops momentarily and sniffs the air. I wiggle deeper into my hiding spot, holding my breath. I sigh with relief when he continues on his way. I tip toe through the shadows towards the lake; trying to keep my body as small as possible so I won’t be seen.