Interactive 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.

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.

I intended to show them the pack lands, but he has started pacing in my head, practically desperate to hunt her. I toss Piper a towel and a bottle of water. “You are incredible, my mate,” I say, kissing her. “Thank you,” she says, grinning. Her face is flushed but her eyes are bright and she looks happy. Very happy. It makes me happy. “Excuse me, Luna?” I look down to see the young pup who is tapping on Piper’s thigh. “Carrie-Ann, don’t bother Alpha Piper,” her mother says walking over. “It’s no bother,” Piper says, crouching down in front of the pup. She’s only four. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

She was only three years old and, like me, had a physical mutation that was reptilian… more lizard than a snake, but still, there were visible scales on her face, her winter jacket and pants hiding the others. She had blonde hair but vibrant green eyes, similar to the color of her scales, and despite all that she’d been through in her short life, she had the sweetest smile. “Alright, so we are here. I want all of you to ignore the cameras and the press. They will not be allowed past the gates. That, however, doesn’t mean some won’t find a way. They are cockroaches. They always find a way. I ask that we all be on our best behavior today. And you let my wife, Miss Leonardi, and myself worry ab

“You don’t smell bad.” “That kid seemed to think so,” she whispered. “Hey, you remember what it was like to be a kid, right, and you have these ideas in your head that you can be a superhero or whatever? Well, he watches Paw Patrol and thinks he has a super sniffer. It’s just something he likes right now and will be fuel for future embarrassment later in life.”

“I did nothi-ing, h-hik, I-I forgot everything and was locked up in some shallow space all decorated with stones. After everything their ancestor did to me, a beautiful prison is what they built as an apology! A BEAUTIFUL PRISON! “All I knew was that I had to sit there all day eating and doing nothing, only escaping once in a while, and even if I was being used I had to as it was my only entertainment. Even until I was branded, all I regretted was how no one came anymore until… he came. “He knew what I wanted, he promised to humor me if I followed him and I did… hik, then I meet you… hik… I can’t even tell you how much I like you waahhh!!!” Childish and high-pitched like a little girl’s, Paw

Pooch was so excited to see Brady, he couldn’t help but laugh as the little guy squirmed in his arms and licked his face. He was glad he already had the leash attached to his collar so he could set him down. Even then, the dog jumped up and down, pawing at his leg, wanting so badly to have Brady’s full attention.