Interactive Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

Lapuz would reward it by rubbing the sleek touch sensor on its belly. Finally, with Kate, Ecto 2.0 knew she liked listening to music so it would always show off its built-in boom box and, to the beats of her fave playlists, do a little dance of its own which involved barking its soft cute electronic barks (to Kate they always sounded like "pew, pew, pew"), flapping its ears and shaking its butt.

I sternly said and they laughed which made me annoyed more. "A puppy always follows his owner. That's why you shouldn't drive him away. Right, Patry?" I heard Manager Zee tease and I was surprised to hear Patry bark. A puppy, indeed.

he shrugged nonchalantly. "Was that an apology?" Ashley leaned over to ask Suzanne in a whisper. Suzanne gave her a low chuckle as she shrugged. "I suppose," she muttered. Andrew cleared his throat. "Alright, down to business," he started. They all looked at him. "This is our first mission as E-rank, and no matter how lowly it seems, we must not take it for granted. The documents you're all holding states that Patches is a Golden Retriever, brown coated, with a pink bow and a similar color of collar," Andrew said as he switched on his laptop. He got pictures of how Patches looked like from the various pictures Mrs Paulina had posted online.

I couldn't risk being slapped again, my face already ached from the ones I'd gotten last night. “I will not repeat myself,’” he muttered, his voice low. Dangerous. It made my skin crawl. Then I lifted my head slowly. I met his eyes yet again. This time, I didn't flinch, I didn't cower. I just stared at him dead in the eye, yet, one could see the quiver of my shackled hands against the cold metal. The cold seemed to have multiplied, making me shiver. My nipples hardened, poking through my dress as though begging to be released. I saw his eyes move, particularly resting onto my breasts for a fleeting second.

Waylon continued to whisper sweet, encouraging words to me as I embraced the pain. "You're doing great, pussy cat. Keep going. Show us your wolf. We've been waiting to meet her for so long. You can do it... yes, that's my girl. Patrick's wolf is watching you so intently. He can't wait to chase your wolf, play with her and mate with her. You're his baby girl and my pussy cat. I know you can do this. We're so proud of you..."

Anyone but me. And when they beheld me, by the choker of silver crescent moon on my neck, they knew I am his Pet—an actual title in this pack, and the pack to where I came from, that was reserved only to one person. I am an Alpha’s Pet. Alpha Cain’s very wild Pet.

Lucas was right to bet on that, because in the end, I had compromised for Leon's sake. "Okay, Leon." … But this time, the moment I opened the front door, I came face to face with Emily. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she was holding the hand of a pup about Leon's age. Almost instantly, she dropped to her knees right in front of me, looking utterly subservient. "Luna, please, Kyle's wolf is agitated right now. He needs his father's guidance, just this once. I beg you!" Kyle sobbed pitifully and reached his hand out to Lucas. "Dad! I feel awful… Dad!"

Patrick rubbed her back and tried to help me soothe her. "Your fine little one, I hold her and rub her back, Please calm down, baby," her little body shakes with each sob breaking my heart and making my wolf pace and growl. He doesn't like her crying over two bitches like this. They keep messaging us pictures of them naked and playing with their pussies. Tyler is talking to the council about banishment and possible jail time.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

Her nose wrinkled at the scent, but it was more of a forest scent than anything else. "A patrol is coming," Wildheart murmured. "Be on your guard." Sprucepaw watched carefully as three cats stepped forward. Sure enough Wildheart was right about the patrol. A ginger-brown tom with tabby markings was the first to glare at Wildheart. Beside him was an older looking apprentice-aged cat. Her tortoiseshell fur was bristling with annoyance when she spotted Sprucepaw. Third to come forward was a dark gray, almost black tom with pale yellow eyes.