Marshall Paw Patrol Saying Novels & Stories

William POV. "Good morning everyone, hope everyone is doing well," I say with a giant smile on my face, I have a big smile, the smile I give to all our new pets, the classification is over, and everyone is going to get their colour band sometime today, maybe tomorrow, I haven't heard anything from my brother today yet, I hoped to hear the good news soon, and then we'd move to the next step.

He raised him in the air and stared eye to eye. "Don't cry like a girl. Don't show your weakness. I don't want to see it." He spoke to the puppy with a serious tone. Yep! He could talk to Summer endlessly. "Come to mammy, Summer. It's your milk time, isn't it? " Wirata said. The puppy turned to look at her then back to stared at Stefan as if he was waiting for Stefan to allow him to come to her. This was a little bit too much! Her puppy was really spoiled! Stefan turned to her.

I don’t really understand what it is because almost half of his explanation was in the form of sound effects but it doesn’t really matter because he seems satisfied with me just flying around making the occasional airplane noise. A few minutes later Maddy and Charlie come in to the room and says, “Ah, I see you’ve been introduced to Paw Patrol. Careful, he’ll suck you into that for hours.” “Oh good, can’t wait.” “She’s being Skye!” Seth says excitedly. “He must like you. Skye is his favourite,” she says with a wink. “Oh wow, I’m honoured,” I say with a grin. At that moment, the front door opens and a woman, who I assume is Maddy’s mom walks in saying, “Who’s car is in front of our house?”

The pups exchange eager looks, nodding at one another before Parker looks up at the costumed man and says, “we want our Mommy and Daddy to get back together.” The bottom falls out of my stomach when I hear these words, and my wolf begins swearing up a storm in my head. Well fuck.

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 The thing about puppies is that they don’t care if you’ve had a terrible week or if your life is a little bit of a mess. They just bounce. All ears and paws and clumsy joy, like they were born with tiny trampolines in their bones. “Okay, Bean, hold still. Nope! Nope, that’s my braid, Bean, please—”

"Your unranked paws set this bad trap for my group on purpose!" "Sorry, what was that loud bark?" My chin tilts right to the side, my voice sounding syrupy sweet like wild honey. "I am afraid my simple puppy mind does not understand your words at all." "Your teeth absolutely did!" Mirelle’s anger flares up super big. "Your lying tongue tricked my claws into cutting off the pack security tags from the furs—"

The pup, sensing their presence, tilted its head and regarded them with bright, inquisitive eyes that seemed to hold a wisdom far beyond its youthful appearance. "Well, what do we have here?" Maximus mused, his voice carrying a warmth that belied his stoic exterior. "A moonlit pup venturing into the realm of alpha discussions. Where did you come from, little one?" The pup, seemingly unperturbed by their presence, wagged its tail and emitted a series of playful yips. Georgia, a fond smile gracing her lips, crouched down to the pup's level. "A celestial messenger, perhaps? Or a guardian of the moonlit secrets?"

"Pumpkin! Poochie! Snuggle wuggle time!" They caught the pounding of paws, and in a moment, they tore in through the backyard, tongues lolling and blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. The kids giggled as the animals nearly bowled them over with their rush, wagging tails whipping at a crazy pace and woofing audibly with excitement at getting to cuddle time. "Pumpkin? Poochie? Snuggle wuggles? What the hell, KYOLINE?" ISAAC gritted out. "A such liar, Valentino," she said. "Guard dogs? No way. These two were merely two huge furbabies, and they would not harm a fly. Wasn't that right, her fluffy boys?" she asked as she came down to their level and used that special cooing tone she reserved just fo

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

Hold Mara, hold the pack. Lila darted among the pups, her sling tucked in her belt, chestnut ponytail bouncing as she corrected their stances. Her hazel eyes sparkled, wiry frame buzzing with energy as she clapped for a pup’s clean dodge. “That’s it, Kael! Keep those feet moving!” Her optimism lit the yard, a beacon against the looming eclipse, but her hands trembled slightly, fear buried under cheer. Spark, her wolf, yipped, small and vibrant, tail a blur. They’re growing, Lila! Keep shining, keep pushing!