Dalmatian 102 Novels & Stories

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.

Carden uttered in a demanding tone before ending the line. Dalmi took an exaggerated sigh, slump herself on the bed, and stared at the white ceiling. “What could it be?” she asked. Dalmi put her index finger under her chin and tapped it as she thought of the places they would go. “If he wants me to wear something casual, then...are we going to the amusement Park?” Imagining it made Dalmi clap her hands. She internally reminded herself to ride the merry-go-round and get herself a toy on the claw machine, but after some seconds, she snapped.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

As I told him that Dorian Grimaldi was my mate, Ben's mouth dropped in shock, "You mean to tell me that Dorian Grimaldi, the alpha of this pack, is your mate?" Ben's eyes widened in disbelief as I revealed that Dorian Grimaldi, the alpha of the pack, was my mate. He let out a loud gasp, his hands flying to cover his mouth. "You mean to tell me that Dorian Grimaldi, the alpha of this pack, is your mate?" he exclaimed in shock. I nodded slowly, trying to read his reaction, and then Ben let out a loud shriek, "Oh my word! Give me all the juicy details, girl. Right now!"

However, my foot never reached him. A dark gray flare darted past my eyes, taking the rogue with it. It happened so quick that a normal pair of eyes would have missed it but mine didn’t. I followed the black thing as it whizzed to my left. It was a giant dark grey wolf. Alpha Dalton!

But Dal is a great addition to the family, and he and the other dogs get along well. When I brought him home for the first time, he was mean and didn't want to be around other people. He seems to have made a lot of progress after a lot of training with the best pros. I have eight guard dogs in total. Dal is the only Cane Corso. Zeus is the oldest dog in the pack. He is a Rottweiler. Hydra is the only girl and is a Bullmastiff. Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank.

Dante smiled and relaxed back in the seat. "So, what's going on between you and your pet?" Valerie asked. Dante looked at him in confusion. "Nothing is going on" he answered. "What do you mean nothing?" he asked. "Nothing is going on" Dante replied. "Don't you find her attractive?" Valerie asked. "of course I do, but I am not going to make her sleep with me just because I bought her, it has to be her choice" Valerie looked at him and shook his head in pity.

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

"Dalmatian is my cat's name. I brought it to Terence that time, to your house, because it had a cold." "Huh? But... It's a cat. Its name is... Dalmatian?" "Yeah. You saw its fur, right? White with black spots. Or black with white spots? Anyway, it looks like a Dalmatian, so I gave it that name. Its nickname is Dami." "Gosh! I didn't understand the way your brain works." Suddenly Noah groaned like he was in pain. "He's dead, Elena. Dead with his eyes bulging!"

They were very swollen, especially when looking at the cleavage that was presented when my man lifted his ass high. The puckered hole there twitched dryly until I had to spit repeatedly and spread the natural lubricant all the way inside. "Oh, good dog...," my fingers moved around his outer hole, then impromptu stabbed as deep as possible with the command, "Bark!" He did. Barked. Like a shy puppy. I repeated it a few times and I felt the corners of my eyes getting wet from laughing. I like this. He's clean to the core. I even like to lick his scrotum which is pulled up due to maximum erection.