My Little Dashie Novels & Stories

Great, she had woken the kids. “Mummy! Are you making waffles today?” Dash was the second of my triplets. He had sky blue eyes and pecan brown hair. At the age of five, he was shorter than his sisters but he was never overshadowed by them because of his ‘dashing’ looks and attitude. Anytime we went out together, at least five people would stop by and compliment my kids. Dash on one hand was very handsome, and I wasn’t saying that because I could see it yet, but because on their fifth birthday, I received a load of birthday cards from his classmates.

Dash turned practically feral as he reeled in all his strength and crashed right through the door, causing immediate chaos to erupt. “Hey! Who the fūck are you?” The voice was only a few feet away as Dash straightened up and shook his head. His head lifted toward the voice almost instantly and our eyes met with ten very confused eyes before we all sprang into action. I could hear the others reaching us, but I didn’t need anyone to fight these assholes off. Five I could take. Now, if more men showed up, I’d be in slight trouble. The closest one rushed forward, expanding his claws and hooking his arm in his attempt to stab my neck, but Dash was quicker. Dash ducked at the same time that he swi

"Shortcuts." "Yeah, you know, the cheat codes," I joked, shifting closer. I let my eyes linger on his face, lowering my voice a bit. "Come on. You’re the genius here and I’m just a guy trying to keep his head above water. Help a guy out, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I can get you premium tickets to the winter finals or anything else that's within my power that you'd like." Nathan looked down at the worksheet, then looked back up at me. For a second, I actually thought my charm had worked.

It was a missing pet alert. "[REWARD]. A friend's golden retriever puppy went missing near Sunset Boulevard. He's only a month old. His name is 'Dash,' and he responds to his name. This puppy is incredibly important to my friend. Massive reward for anyone who can provide clues and help Sera find him. Thank you so much!" The attached picture showed a tiny, fluffy golden retriever puppy that could barely walk straight, panting happily at the camera. Wilmot stared at the palm-sized "Dash" in the photo, then slowly raised his head to look at Mortimer, who was sitting in the middle of the couch looking completely miserable, his eyes burning red because he'd gotten kicked.

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

Clementine sat on the working table of the office while Dash stood next to her like a little knight. Dash and Clementine are of the same age and they were friends together with Wolf. They met when they were 3 years old. At that time, Clementine was just roaming around the village of the northern territory, and met the two, Dash and Wolf who were kidnapped for some ransom. She uses her power unknowingly and saves the 2 and from then on forward, they become friends. “Where’s Wolf?” she asked as she looked at the documents on the table. “He’s currently taking the last mission that you sent,” he replied as Clementine sealed the paper.

Jimmy's smile was wiped off as soon as he heard Dash's words. Tobey and Jasper's gazes turned icy as well. Only Liesel continued smiling warmly. She patted Elijah's shoulder as if she were reassuring him. As she looked up, her vivid gaze was filled with iciness. "Losers always make the biggest noise. Everyone knows that." She was clearly referring to Dash as a loser. Dash understood Draskian. His face turned green instantly as he stared viciously at her.

Katie says and I nod believing her, we kept on watching the movie, it's a Disney movie, but it's a good movie. "What's up with her?" I ask Katie. "Her name is Ilyssa, she's always sad, and she cries during the night," Katie says and I nod, poor thing coming into this new life must be scary for her. We stayed sitting watching the movie, I looked every now and then toward the door but she didn't come back, she stayed out, until daddy Hunter came back in holding milk, he didn't leave us behind, he really went to get it.

Judging from this demonstration just now, I could already tell it was Emerald. Emerald is the shyest of the three dogs, and probably the most adorable; with large brown puppy eyes and huge, floppy white ears, Emerald can get any hard heart to melt like ice cream left under the sun for a few seconds. I turn around with Roy still climbing all over my bare tights and digging his sharp nails into my soft skin like he always do, before taking Emerald into my arms and delivering warm strokes unto her back and stomach.

He looked almost exactly like Gray, River’s wolf, but Dash’s gray streaks were of a lighter shade. In the dark though, it was harder to tell which was which. His name also came from the fact that he was quickly becoming the fastest wolf on foot in the Pack. The boy could beat a ferrari without much effort. We had never seen anything like it. “You did good today, Dashy.” I said to him with a smile and gentle pats on his head. Dash lowers his head and practically nuzzles his nose on me. I giggle at the contact.