Ninja Turtles Dogpound Novels & Stories

Makayla snickered while I rolled my eyes. “Anyway. Zeus, I guess, spooked her dog and got her to chase him back to me. Xenia was getting dragged behind her dog, and we slammed into each other by the turtle pond. Tink ran around us, and we got tangled by her leash, and then she just slipped her leash, and we got knocked into the pond.” I sighed, explaining. “Oh my god….” Makayla started shaking with laughter. “You got Pongo’d.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” I furrowed my brow, not getting it.

As Hebron knelt on the floor without saying anything for a long time, Jayden kicked him furiously and shouted, “F*ck you, you ungrateful b*stard! Master Wade is giving you a way out, hurry and thank him for his mercy! If you pissed him off and he decided to send you to Don Albert’s dog kennel, you’d end up with a worse ending!” When Hebron heard this, he immediately shivered in fear! Don Albert’s dog kennel was an infamously well-known existence in Aurous Hill’s underworld. Rumor had it that there were dozens or even hundreds of vicious purebred fighting dogs, and Don Albert had often captured his enemies before throwing them into the kennel to feed the dogs.

Jake asked. “Yes.” Aeden said trying not to laugh. She thought about her two Neapolitan Mastiff’s. A male and female, Apollo and Artemis, they were both pitch black with wrinkles all over their faces and bodies. They sleep on a huge dog bed at the end of her bed and followed her around the house until it was time to go outside and walk the perimeter with her Team. The new guys didn’t quite understand this yet.

I call out, forcing my way past other tourists and looking for anyone in a blue and white uniform. Zia’s name tag isn’t even in her spot. I quickly find a warden and call her attention. “Excuse me!” “Yes, ma’am.” She’s quick to respond. I try to still the panic in my voice as I speak, but I can’t help it. “There’s a giant turtle that usually stays in that box.” I point at Zia’s section where Liam is still browsing. “She has this glowly shell…” “Oh. The miniscule turtle?” She asks.

"Baby, how many dogs do you have?" "Uhh… Five." "There's only four." Catriona was about to go out but Enzo held her. "Sir, are we going up now?" "Wait!" Catriona said. "Lieutenant!" She calls and the Akita barks. "Sergeant." The Bull Mastiff barks. "Cornel!" She calls and the Doberman answers. "Captain?" The Rottweiler answers. "Where's General?" "General?" Enzo whistles calling out for the other dog. Tequila came out with General who is dragging a big stuffed toy. The one that Enzo bought for her. "They are here."

I said, rubbing my face. “Money’s no object, but obviously don’t say that. We’ll take all the help we can get short of violence. It’s no good for any of us. Especially knowing they’re hiding females and pups. We’ll take whatever steps necessary to keep them safe. Call your friend, please tell him time is of the essence. We need to know all we can. I have an accountant who can wire his payment,” Jett said, handing him a satellite phone. We’d bought a new one while we were out, to replace the ancient artifact in Jett’s house. I watched a few males sparring in a training field, they were all skinny and malnourished, much like I’d seen in combats. It was no wonder none of the Venom males ever wo

She shows me where the pups bed down for naps during the day, and we watch the tangled cuddle puddle of softly snoring little ones for a while before we wave goodbye to the female knitting in her rocking chair as she watches over them. Nia explains that mostly dams drop them off when they get cranky, but sometimes, pups will decide they’ve had enough and deliver themselves to the nap den. She taps the walkie talkie clipped into the belt of her black jeans and talks about how each “area of endeavor” has a “marshal” who is in contact via radio. She says easily half the calls are to the nap den with a marshal jokingly asking if one of his grown workers is there. “So marshals are the highest ran

"Ace, guard the gate! If anything seems off, bark right away! Hearts, Joker, Front Legs, you're with me! The rest, go with Leonard!" "Woof! Woof!" The dogs split into three groups in an instant. Two stayed outside the dorm entrance while Hayley and Leonard each took three with them. In front of Hayley stood the wide-open doorway to the dorm building. Right past it was a row of metal turnstiles, the kind you needed an ID card to get through.

The man and the dog were arguing in their special way as if they understood each other. When they returned home. Leonard had bought everything needed for the dog. He set up a room near the office to be Summer's bedroom. In the small cabinet. It's Summer's private wardrobe. There were dog clothes for all seasons, colorful spear leashes, toys, Kongs. Food, bones, and etc.

“Understood?” “Yes, sir,” the guards responded in unison. His eyes flicked back to me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the anger or the control he wielded so effortlessly. Instead, I focused on my new companion. The puppy was a mixture of cream and light brown, with a soft patch of black fur near one ear. His eyes, big and round, seemed to hold a curiosity about the world that made me want to protect him from everything—even from Aiden.