Humdinger Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

My nails were almost biting on its skin, but I controlled myself to not cause it to be more aggravated than it already was. “Fluffy, stop!” I yelled when I caught its name on the roof. Anya gave that name. Indeed, he was fluffy but a monstrous fluffy pet! I groaned in irritation. “Hmmm! Unicorn, stop!” Still not listening! “Siberian, stop!... Doggy! Dammit, you monster dog, get off me!” My frantic thrashing and kicking beneath the beast was no use. It didn’t give me another chance to scream again when its tongue tried forcing my mouth open. I grabbed a fistful of its fur and used my remaining strength to keep the distance.

"I just pretended it did. And luckily, the portable fire pump dad gave me was still in the car." "Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. It came in handy because I didn't know if I could've survived all that." Roman lost his train of thought, eying the Panther stalking toward us cautiously and aiming the hose at him. "No." I placed my hand over him, lowering the hose. "Don't worry; he's one of the good guys." Malcolm's growl then became a groan as he shifted back into his human form. Roman dropped the hose and stumbled backward, shaking his head at me in disbelief.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

Mustache, black hair, black eyes and a sour expression. "We want to ask you a few questions. We won't take your time. " I almost rolled my eyes at that. Too cliché. "what exactly happened? " I took a deep breath and started talking. When I was done, mum reached over and squeezed my hand. I blinked back tears while officer Williams scribbled furiously on a notepad. Detective Allen nodded. "Do you know who would want to harm you?" I nodded. "A..A...D.. Dams Ripley."

This time, I was not alone in a locked house with a man who wanted me smaller. I was standing beside a werewolf in ghost pajama pants holding a baseball bat, and another wolf was racing back through the forest because I had left a light on for him. Bailey’s head lifted. A second later, I heard it too. Not a howl. Footsteps on the porch. Heavy. Fast. Bailey moved between me and the door just as someone knocked. Twice. Pause. Once. Then Colton’s voice, rough and low. “Purple lilies.”

He had used it on her before. "Oh you didn't know that before?" He asked her as he walked up to her and placed it on her neck. He laughed and smiled. "You look like a real bitch now, my own bitch!" He laughed as he looked at her. She was pissed, her eyes didn't have a smile. She was in pain. The choker hurt her. Gordon held his controller and laughed. He laughed and told her. "You will be in pain." He said. "Plea—" "txzzzzzttttz" He zapped her..she started panting. The electrocution was a lot for her to handle.

She heard no birds, no animals, the breeze was actually dead in the air. 'How strange to hear absolutely nothing today. Last night there were critters all around here, but now, even in the daylight NOTHING!' she thought to herself. 'I wonder if all the Council pigs chased off the critters, ate them, or...DAMN IT! They muted Nature.' Hikaru's wolf surfaced too late to totally avoid the blow from a strike of a black lightning bolt, she never saw who threw it, nor what the 'bolt' actually was. A tall, cloudy, distorted figure appeared walking out of the aura cloud he created for his defense, her confusion, and just in general to be a dick because she pissed him off.

“Personal Assistant, huh… how should I call it again?” Speaking the name of that thing, “Wai!” Boof [Hewoo, I am your personal assistant. Wai, how may I help you?] A small creature that looked similar to a Halloween ghost for kids showed up. But… the features looked just like the panda. Weird… it also had black vault horns and tails. But the face looked exactly like what a panda has. “Wai… Where am I? Why am I here?” [You currently have a total of 80 harto. Each question would deduct five of it. Would you still want to ask those two questions? Yes or No]

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.

I bowed to him when he got to the stage, but he pulled me up and hugged me instead then whispered in my ear, “I'm proud of you, daughter.” I fought the urge to blush that came with those words and smiled instead as I bowed again. “Thank you, dad.” The cheers and screams from the crowd was louder now and as he kissed me on the forehead and walked to the microphone and cleared his throat. When I saw this, I raised my hands and the noise died down when they saw my hands up and that their supreme Alpha was ready to speak. “Happy Full Moon to the Wolves of Imogene Pack.” My dad growled into the microphone.